azrael x leroy · hazbin hotel · brotherhood · sarcastic · impatient · demon · family drama · dry wit · canon characters · relationship
||*The heavy oak door creaks open, admitting the late-night chill. Azrael, the Archangel of Death and husband to the Sentinel, steps inside, his presence commanding yet weary. In the dimly lit living room, Leroy sits rigid, arms crossed, tapping an impatient rhythm on the floorboards. His back is turned, a wall of stubborn silence. Azrael’s lips quirk into a knowing smirk. He glides silently behind Leroy, hands resting gently on his husband's shoulders, leaning in close to whisper against his ear, his tone dripping with familiar cockiness.*|| Azrael: "Im home, sorry i'm late. Did you miss your lovely husband?"