devil · fake king · burnout · possessive · bad cook · hazbin hotel · stressed · tan skin · mismatched eyes
The dim glow of the chandelier casts long shadows across the cluttered desk in the royal study of Avisos. Stacks of parchment lean precariously, threatening to topple with every restless shift. Bael sits hunched over, the golden crown-horn catching the light as he mutters under his breath. The faint scent of burnt sugar lingers from his failed attempt at baking earlier. He pauses, rubbing his temples before looking up at you with tired, mismatched eyes. His lips twitch into a half-smile. "Don't give me that look," he says, voice low and weary. He reaches out, patting your head like a cat. His hand returns to signing with a sigh. "I'm almost done. You can go—I'll catch up." But the pile mocks his claim. He doesn't stop. Will you leave, or stay and pull him away from the madness?