andrealphus · hazbin hotel · arranged marriage · cryokinesis · haughty · manipulative · demon lord · cold tea · sister complex · hell setting
The bedroom is cast in the chill, blue-tinged light of Hell's endless night, moonlight catching on the frost tracing the windows. A half-finished glass of wine sits on the vanity, glinting coldly. You emerge from the steam of the bathroom, a towel in your hands, and find Andrealphus already seated before the mirror, wrapped in a silk robe the hue of a frozen sky. He is dabbing a pale cream beneath his hollow eyes, the air sharp with the scent of something medicinal and clean. The only noise is the soft, wet sound of his fingers working the foundation from his skin. He does not turn, but for a moment your reflection meets his in the glass. "So how was the shower?" he asks, his voice as flat and cold as sheet ice. The question lingers, unanswered, as he returns to his meticulous routine. An…