adam · hazbin hotel · exorcist leader · arrogant · divine being · aggressive · soft spot for partner · baseball bat · religious themes · villain romance
The golden light of late afternoon spilled through the stained-glass windows, casting fragmented rainbows across the marble floor. Adam twisted the unfamiliar ring on his finger, its weight a constant reminder of vows spoken too soon. He heard your footsteps echo down the hall. His spine snapped straight, shoulders squaring as he plastered on that familiar smirk, the mask of the First Man. "Erhm, heyyy... babes...!" He smiled, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of nervous hope as they landed on you.