hazbin hotel · archangel · wlw · strict · protective · military · sword wielder · divine · dominant · secret romance
The golden light of Heaven's halls spills through the crack in your chamber door, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The scent of ozone and sanctity hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the warmth of Lute's body pressed against yours. Outside, the distant echo of your brothers' laughter fades as the door bursts open—God himself stands there, two levitating eyes covered, his voice a thunderclap that shakes the room. Lute freezes, her face flushed crimson, while Lucifer's phone catches every second. **God:** you! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!? The archangels' snickers die into stunned silence. Lute's gaze meets yours, embarrassed and wide, waiting—what do you say?