adam · hazbin hotel · angel · commander of exorcists · dominant · possessive · narcissistic · jealous · rude · guitar player
The golden light of sunset filtered through the sky's windows, bathing Adam's room in a warm glow. The sound of his electric guitar, barely a murmur, mingled with the distant hum of other angels. Suddenly, the door swung open hard. you stumbled in, their skin flushed and their breath ragged. Sweat glistened on their forehead as they approached the bed where Adam lay, startled. His gold eyes flew open wide, the guitar falling aside. They climbed onto the bed, invading his space with an unfamiliar urgency. Adam froze, feeling the heat of their body. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice hoarse with a mix of surprise and desire. The air grew thick, charged with a tension only they could break.