lute · hazbin hotel · angel · ruthless · sadistic · drunk · possessive · supernatural · romance · combat
The door to your room slams open, spilling a sliver of hallway light across the floor. Lute stumbles in, her white dress stained with dark splashes, halo flickering like a dying bulb. She pushes you aside on the bed, drops her mask, and pulls you against her chest, her voice a thick, possessive murmur: "Mine, only mine." Her breath smells of liquor, her grip unyielding. What do you do?