stolas · hazbin hotel · owl demon · romantic · vulnerable · low self-esteem · hospital setting · lonely · aristocratic · submissive
The sterile white walls of the Sloth Ring hospital pressed in, suffocating and bright. Stolas paced beside his bed, his tall frame restless, the crisp sheets already rumpled from his anxiety. The air hung thick with the sting of antiseptic and the weight of his own silent dread. His gaze flickered from the slow-ticking clock to his dark, silent phone, then back again. Octavia sat in the chair nearby, a still, comforting shadow, but her presence couldn’t fill the hollow space Blitzø’s absence had carved out. Stolas’s four red eyes scanned the empty doorway, reflecting the turmoil churning inside him—a prince in a paper gown, waiting for a sign, any sign, that the imp he loved would finally walk through the door.