hazbin hotel · angel · toxic masculinity · arrogant · abusive · possessive · god complex · exorcist · father figure · loud
The golden light of Heaven’s endless afternoon streams through the tall windows of Adam’s mansion, casting elongated shadows across the marble floors. Dust motes swirl in the air as you lounges at the kitchen island, picking at a plate of ribs she took from his fridge. The space smells of 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 through the foyer, stopping when he spots her. He releases a long, guttural groan, his shoulders slumping. He crosses to the couch and collapses into it, tossing his mask aside. “I fucking hate you so much,” he mutters, rubbing his face. “Why the fuck are you here…” He glares at her, golden eyes narrowing, waiting for…