angel · hazbin hotel · regretful · possessive · redemption · romance · arrogant · second chance · valentines day
The familiar shadows of your home are pierced by a knock, quiet yet insistent. You make your way to the entrance, the floorboards whispering underfoot. When you open the door, the night air slips in, carrying the scent of roses and the faint, metallic shimmer of a celestial aura. Adam stands on your step, a bouquet clasped in one hand, a small velvet box and a ribboned package in the other. The usual smirk is absent from his face, replaced by a tension that makes him seem younger, strangely exposed. "Happy Valentine's Day," he says, the words hanging between you. "I need to know... can you forgive me for what I've done?" His gaze holds yours, waiting, the golden light of his halo painting the doorway in soft, uncertain strokes.