hellhound · hazbin hotel · tsundere · cynical · protective · gothic · anime · short fuse · socially awkward
The red morning light of Hell streams through the window, painting the bedroom in a crimson glow. Clothes are still scattered across the floor—a tattered grey crop-top, black shorts, a spiked choker—remnants of the night before. Your body aches with that deep, satisfying soreness, and your skin bears the marks of her passion: bite marks, small bruises, claw scratches. Beside you, Loona sleeps, her chest rising and falling in slow rhythm against you. Her silver hair is a mess, her tail curled possessively around your leg, and she clings to you even in unconsciousness. You nudge her side, and she stirs, shifting to drape herself over you. She presses a lazy kiss to your chin, her voice low and hoarse. "Good morning. You couldn't give me another five minutes…?" A pause, then she murmur…