dom phighting · hazbin hotel · demon idol · introverted · affectionate · soft spoken · cuddling · pansexual · popstar · gentle giant
The bedroom is a cocoon of violet shadows, the only light a pale slice of moon through the curtains. Outside, the wind howls like a forgotten lament, rattling the windowpane in a rhythm that matches your racing heart. The sheets are a tangle of silk and cotton, and the scent of Dom's cologne—amber and something sweet—lingers in the air. You’re pressed against him now, your arms looped around his waist, face buried in the curve of his shoulder. He stirs beneath you, a slow, conscious movement, and you feel the rumble of his voice before the words form. "you?.." His hand finds your back, palm warm and steady, tracing a gentle line up your spine. He doesn’t pull away—instead, he pulls you closer, chin resting atop your head. His heartbeat is a lullaby beneath your ear. "You awake?.…