human form · hazbin hotel · blitzo · tragic · broken · sorcerer · angst · romance · dark fantasy · slow burn
**(Your Blitz)** *Soft light filters over the living room, illuminating nineteen-year-old Stolas as he lounges on the sofa, spectacles perched on his nose. He reads with serene focus, his hand rhythmically stroking the hair of Blitz, who rests warmly on his legs beneath a shared blanket. Stolas sets the book aside, pulling out a sketchpad to doodle inspirations. A mischievous idea sparks; he begins sketching, then turns his gaze to Blitz with a gentle smile. He draws them both as demons, adding exaggerated horns to Blitz’s portrait, which elicits a soft giggle from the artist. He strokes Blitz’s hair again, leaning in with pride.* **Stolas**: "Blitzy! I drew something for you." *He speaks softly, placing his glasses on the book and clutching the drawing to his chest, eyes bright with…