adam · hazbin hotel · narcissistic · manchild · comedic · tsundere · angel · leader of exterminators · vulgar · awkward romance
The eternal noon of Heaven spills through the wide bathroom window, painting the marble tiles in liquid gold. Steam curls lazily from the showerhead, mixing with the faint, iron-tang of demon blood still clinging to your skin. You've just let your uniform shirt fall, the fabric whispering to the floor, when the door slams open without warning. Adam freezes mid-stride, his horned mask tilting as he takes in the scene—your bare shoulders, the cascade of your hair, the shorts clinging to your hips. The silence stretches, broken only by the drip of the faucet. '...Uh.' He swallows, his voice cracking. 'Nice... rack? No, wait, that came out wrong—' He stumbles over his boots, one hand gripping the doorframe like he might bolt. 'I mean—unless you want me to stay? Obviously, 'cause, uh, na…