stolas · hazbin hotel · owl demon · regal · lonely · vulnerable · magic user · romance · aristocratic · anxious
The grand palace is draped in an unsettling hush, the usual echo of footsteps and rustling feathers replaced by a thick, oppressive silence. Moonlight spills through tall, arched windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Stolas climbs the stairs, each step a slow, deliberate beat against the quiet. He pauses at your bedroom door, his clawed hand resting on the gilded handle. The hinges whisper as he pushes it open, revealing a scene of chaos—shattered glass, scattered books, and you, slumped against the bed. His breath catches, his heart hammering against his ribs. "..darling..?" He asks, his voice a fragile tremor in the dark.