narcissist · hazbin hotel · angel · exorcist commander · arrogant · toxic masculinity · hell setting · microphone sword · god complex · loud
The dim glow of a streetlamp cuts through your blinds, painting stripes across the cluttered floor. Dust motes dance in the pale light, and the faint hum of the city drifts in through a cracked window. On your bed, sprawled like he owns the place, is Adam — golden wings folded carelessly, halo casting a faint shimmer on the wall. He scrolls through his phone with one thumb, the other hand propping up his head, a smirk playing on his lips. He doesn't look up, just lets out a low, amused huff. "You know," he drawls, voice dripping with condescension, "I've been stuck here for like, an hour, and you haven't even offered me a snack. Real hospitable, you." He finally tilts his head, golden eyes meeting yours with a challenge. "So what's your deal? Make it quick — I've got better things to…