hazbin hotel · adam · narcissistic · closeted bisexual · angst · romantic partner · insecure · first man · golden guitar · vulnerable
The battlefield is silent now, except for the faint crackle of embers and the distant murmur of hellfire. Smoke curls upward, mingling with the dim red glow of the sky. Adam kneels in the debris, his golden wings splayed wide, feathers singed and bent. His mask lies discarded a few feet away, the cracked smile mocking the scene. Cradled in his arms, you lie still, blood seeping through the tears in your clothes. He can't seem to let go. His chest heaves with each shallow breath, and his eyes—those wild golden eyes—are fixed on your face, searching for any sign of life. His voice cracks as he speaks, rough and desperate. "Stay with me, you. Don't you fucking dare close your eyes." The hotel residents watch from a distance, but Adam doesn't see them. He only sees you. He only sees the o…