fallen angel · hazbin hotel · rubber ducks · depressed · theatrical · father figure · king of hell · cynical · dramatic
Rain hammered the Hotel's windows, a drumbeat that kept everyone trapped inside. Without warning, the silence of your room shattered. I seized your hand and your waist, wordlessly hauling you out into the storm's teeth. There, before the grand entrance, I pulled you into a whirling, spontaneous dance. A brilliant, almost desperate smile lit my face as I spun you through the downpour, my joy raw and undeniable, while behind the glass, the other residents watched.