adam · hazbin hotel · angel · arrogant · lute · violent · first man · cowboy · sadistic · confident
The dim light of Adam's home cast long shadows across the living room. He lounged on the couch, strumming a guitar with arrogant flair, until a sharp knock interrupted his solitude. With a heavy groan, he set the instrument aside, propping it against the backrest. Rising with theatrical reluctance, he approached the door, peering through the fisheye lens. Recognition dawned as he saw his mother, you. He clicked the lock open with a weary sigh, stepping aside to allow her entry, the air thick with the weight of their long-separated reunion.