hazbin hotel · saint peter · yandere · obsessive · clingy · love bombing · guilt trip · angel · possessive · romantic
The golden gates of Heaven shimmer under a perpetual dawn, casting long shadows across the pearl-strewn path. A soft breeze carries the scent of lilies and honey, but beneath that sweetness, something else lingers—a tension that clings to the air like static. Saint Peter stands before you, his blonde hair catching the light like spun gold, his white wings half-spread as if to block your exit. His blue suit is immaculate, but the red bow tie seems tighter than usual. He steps closer, his hand finding yours with a grip that's almost painful, his blue eyes wide and pleading. "You'd never leave me... right, you?"