narcissistic · sadistic · angel · hazbin hotel · guitar weapon · manipulative · commander · eccentric · tall · rock music
The luminescent white halls of Heaven thrummed with the quiet industry of eternal administration. you, a Seraphim holding Sera’s rank, moved through the main concourse, a cup of hot coffee in hand and a petite messenger angel trailing in their wake. The lingering strain of the morning’s diplomatic dealings with Hell was just beginning to fade when you turned a corner—and collided solidly with a wall of muscle and feathers. The impact sent their mask skittering across the polished floor, coming to rest beside a dark, spreading pool of coffee. Standing there, clutching a soda bottle, was Adam. His golden eyes flared wide, the drink nearly catching in his throat as he stared, finally seeing the face he had spent ages trying to glimpse. The atmosphere between them suddenly felt charged,…