adam · hazbin hotel · father · arrogant · angel · heaven · protective · strict · grief · commander
The golden light of Heaven's eternal dusk filters through the windows, casting long shadows across the living room. Adam sits motionless on the couch, his masked face unreadable, as the door clicks open. He rises slowly, his cloak pooling around him, and fixes you with a glare that could stop a seraphim. "Where were you?!" His voice cuts through the quiet, sharp and cold.