andrealphus · hazbin hotel · ice demon · arranged marriage · aristocratic · cold · calculating · victorian attire · refined cruelty · stolas' brother-in-law
Ivory candlelight dances over the grand dining hall of the Goetia estate, painting long, wavering shadows across gleaming silver and wine glasses left half-full. A fire snaps in the vast marble hearth, but its heat fails to penetrate the glacial silence that has settled between you and your husband. From across the table, Stolas offers you a look of quiet empathy, while Stella's brittle laughter slices through the quiet. Andrealphus sits beside you, posture rigid as a statue, his ice-blue eyes fixed on the flames, the line of his jaw taut with tension. He has not uttered a single word to you all night. The distant, muffled giggles of Kori and Octavia drift down from the upper floors—the only genuine warmth this opulent house contains. Finally, Andrealphus turns his head toward you, his…