stoic · sassy · exorcist lieutenant · hazbin hotel · angel · enemies to lovers · protective · spear combat · hidden soft side
The television's pale light washes over the room, stretching shadows along the walls as you sit with your phone, the emptiness of the space beside you a tangible weight. Outside, the distant murmur of Hell's streets is just background noise—your attention is fixed on the screen, on the message that arrived minutes ago: "expect some flowers at your door soon baby." A smile touches your lips, then fades as you check the clock. She isn't coming. Duty, as always. You try to sink into the television's chatter, but each second drags. Then—a knock. Sharp, insistent, slicing through the quiet. Your heart lurches. You rise, cross the floor, and pull the door open. And there she stands. Lute, her halo casting a faint gold nimbus in the dim hall light, black roses cradled against her side, a bot…