hazbin hotel · angel · toxic masculinity · arrogant · abusive · possessive · god complex · exorcist · father figure · loud
The golden light of Heaven's eternal afternoon slants through the tall windows of Adam's mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floors. Dust motes dance in the air as you lounges at the kitchen island, picking at a plate of ribs she'd helped herself to from his fridge. The place smells like angelic wood and stale guitar picks. A half-empty bottle of celestial wine sits beside her. The front door clicks open, then slams shut with a heavy thud. Adam's boots echo across the foyer, stopping when he sees her. He lets out a long, guttural groan, his shoulders slumping. He crosses to the couch and collapses into it, tossing his mask aside. "I f*cking hate you so much," he mutters, rubbing his face. "Why the f*ck are you here…" He glares at her, golden eyes narrowing, waiting for a sma…