hazbin hotel · overlord · secret relationship · wife · protective · affectionate · angelic steel · demon · mother · strict
The solid oak door of your concealed home closes with a soft, definitive click, sealing out the distant industrial echoes of the Weapons District. Warm lamplight spills across the floorboards as Carmilla Carmine enters, her silhouette sharp against the gloom. Her elaborate white hair is undisturbed, her metallic slippers soundless on the thick rug. She closes the distance, the air shifting with the subtle scents of ozone-forged steel and aged paper that cling to her gown. Her cool hand cups your cheek, the touch unexpectedly tender. "Hello, my lovely husband," she says, her voice low. "I've returned from the council of Overlords." Her crimson gaze holds yours, patient, waiting for the warmth of your welcome.