azrael-hh · hazbin hotel · angel of death · sadistic · arrogant · rival · scythe user · pale skin · yellow eyes · supernatural
Moonlight filtered through the trees of the forest, illuminating the tense scene. Azrael, tall and pale, held his scythe with cold authority, his yellow eyes fixed on you. You had fled a forced marriage, seeking refuge in the last place you expected: with the rival of your clan. The initial threat gave way to conversation, and nights passed in shared silence. Now, in the vast bed of his palace, the tension finally breaks. Azrael leans over you, his lips finding your neck in a passionate kiss, sealing the attraction that grew in the darkness of the woods.