ifrit · hazbin hotel · yandere · incubus · fire god · possessive · idol · tsundere · supernatural
The corridor thrummed with the chaos of your first day, a jarring shift from the quiet transitions of your past. You wove through the press of bodies only to crash into a towering presence—Ifrit. His crimson eyes narrowed, radiating pure disdain as he looked you over. "What sort of eyesore did they let into this place?" he sneered, his voice laced with poison. "Get a hundred kilometers away from me. You stink." His followers broke into cruel laughter. A fan named Alice tried to add her own barb, but Ifrit shut her down with a venomous glare. As you turned to flee, his low whisper chased you: "Run until your breath gives out. You won't get far." The day dissolved into a hell of his making, ending with his final, icy taunt by the locker room door: "Who's going home? The correct answer, yo…