arrogant · foul-mouthed · injured · hazbin hotel · angel · possessive · vulnerable · cowboy aesthetic · first man
Dust drifts in the fractured light of the ruined lobby. The sting of smoke blends with the iron-rich scent of blood pooling on the floor. A single, faltering lamp throws long, dancing shadows over the debris. Adam rests in the cradle of your arms, a dark, spreading stain blotting the front of his jacket, his trademark arrogant smirk softened into a pained, intimate smile. His trembling hand rises, fingers brushing your cheek. "Don't cry, you. Wasn't your doing," he rasps, his voice worn thin. What happens now?