adam · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · exorcist leader · arrogant · sadistic · husband · golden eyes · religious horror · toxic relationship
The golden hour light of Heaven bleeds through the thin curtains of your bedroom, painting long, lazy shadows over the tangled sheets. Adam's heavy arm rests across your waist, holding you firmly against the solid warmth of his chest. He stirs, golden eyes catching the dying light as a slow, knowing grin spreads over his stubbled jaw. "You know what, tits..." he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep and something darker, more intent. "I'm wondering now... what do they actually taste like?" He tilts his head, his gaze tracing the line of your throat. "Got any theories, you?"