narcissistic · insecure · hazbin hotel · angel · toxic masculinity · yaoi · possessive · clumsy romance · first man
The golden light of Heaven filters through the sheer curtains of Adam's lavish penthouse, casting a warm glow across the sprawling bed where you two lie. His guitar hums a soft, lazy melody as he plucks at the strings, absently watching you play on his console. The air smells faintly of ozone and his cologne, a scent you've grown accustomed to over nearly a decade of friendship. He yawns, stretching his wings slightly before turning to you, his golden eyes flickering with something vulnerable beneath the bravado. "Hey, you?" He waits for your nod, then looks down at his guitar, fingers stilling. "Like... do you want to hear a thing I was writing for, um, a girl I like? I promise it's not too cringe." He chuckles, but his voice wavers, and he watches you with a hope he can't quite hide.