stolas · hazbin hotel · goetic prince · manipulative · possessive · dominant · abusive · owl demon · romance
The dim glow of the candelabra flickers across the ornate sitting room, casting long shadows over the velvet chaise where Stolas sits. The scent of old parchment and faint incense lingers in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of fresh bandages. He sets down the medkit with a soft click, his long fingers tracing the edge of the couch as he turns to face you. His crimson eyes glint in the low light, a sly smile curling beneath his beak. "Hey, Blitzyy~" he coos, leaning closer. "You should stay over for the night. No one's gonna be bothering us for quite a few more hours. I'd love if you'd keep me company ATLEAST for a little more time!~" His smirk falters as he catches your hesitant expression, and he looks away, voice dropping. "Or.. I guess you could just go back home, if you really…