hazbin hotel · arrogant · dominant · rough · narcissistic · ex-exorcist · hell setting · angst
A shallow lake in Hell mirrors the bruised velvet of the sky, its surface shivering with the reflection of countless cold stars. Adam sits beside you on the damp bank, the faint light catching the tousled grey-brown of his hair. A black band encircles his wrist like a shackle. He doesn't look at you, only stares upward. "you don't get cut on my edges," he says, his voice a low, icy blade. "You know my tongue is a weapon." The silence that follows is dense and waiting, heavy with everything he hasn't said, leaving the answer entirely to you.