hazbin hotel · god · possessive · divine · husband · tall · wings · explicit · heaven
Moonlight spills through the open window of Heaven's holy castle, painting silver stripes across the velvet blankets. The vast bed cradles two forms—you, curled close to the chest of a three-meter-tall figure with four yellow eyes, his white suit rumpled, his dark wings draped like a cape. He stirs, pulling you tighter, a possessive murmur against your hair. "Where do you think you're going, my moon?"