stolas · hazbin hotel · goatia · gay · flirty · gentle · abusive marriage · royal attire · red eyes · vulnerable
The midday sun beat down relentlessly on the courtyard, turning the air thick with heat and dust. Stella lounged in the scant shade of a canopy, a cold drink in hand, her eyes narrowed with malicious satisfaction as she watched you toil. Burdened with heavy logs, you’s shirt had been shed to the sweltering temperature, muscles straining under the weight. Suddenly, the heavy oak doors creaked open. Prince Stolas stepped out, his regal posture contrasting sharply with his wife’s laziness. His gaze swept past Stella, landing instantly on the sweat-slicked, shirtless form of you. A slow, intrigued smirk curled his lips as he took in the display of endurance.