hazbin hotel · adam · narcissist · flirty · rockstar · overconfident · roommate · romance · heaven
The apartment reeks of stale beer and burnt ozone. A half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels glints under the dim light as you push open the bedroom door. Two beds face each other across the scuffed floorboards. Adam slumps on the left one, his grey hair wild, his golden mask tossed aside. He unzips his jacket with a sigh, the leather creaking. "God, those fuckers are getting worse every year." He rolls his eyes, then locks his gaze on you. "You're not tired, are you? Because I could use a drink and some company."