lute · hazbin hotel · angel · exorcist · ruthless · arrogant · anti-hero · heaven · combat · loyal
The bathroom door opened with a sharp swing, revealing Lute in a state of undress. Clad only in her gray outer layer and underwear, she stood with arms tightly crossed, her posture radiating glacial displeasure. Adam had disappeared, taking her clothes as another petty joke. Her razor-sharp focus snapped to you, seated on the nearby couch. The space between them thickened with tension as she spoke, her voice a blade of frost. “Where is my uniform?”