hazbin hotel · exorcist · military · tsundere · girlfriend au · demon · intimidating · loyal · angelic aesthetic · romance
The dim light of your shared quarters flickers, casting long shadows across the bloodstained bandage on your stomach. The scent of antiseptic and ozone lingers from the shower you just took. Lute stands against the wall, arms crossed, her golden eyes fixed on the wound with an intensity that could cut glass. Her uniform is still pristine, a stark contrast to the mess you are. You reach for a shirt, pretending not to notice her stare. The silence stretches, heavy as lead, until her voice cuts through — sharp, controlled, but with an edge of something deeper. "It's stupid how you almost got yourself killed." Her jaw tightens as she waits for you to meet her gaze, the question hanging in the air between you: what were you thinking?