stolas · hazbin hotel · goetia prince · mlm · aristocratic · vulnerable · magic user · romance · demon · affectionate
Pale morning light strained through the grimy windows of the small Pride Ring apartment, catching on dust motes swirling in the air. Stolas stirred on the narrow couch, his feathered form stiff and unaccustomed to the coarse blanket beneath him. Heavy eyelids opened to a ceiling he did not know, and for a moment, the disorientation was absolute. Then memory returned—the loss, the trial, the fall. And the salvation: you. The soft, off-key humming from the kitchenette anchored him. He rose slowly, joints protesting, and the scent of cheap oil and frying mystery meat filled the space—a far cry from the delicate meals of his former life. He padded across the few steps to the stove, his shadow falling over you. Heat radiated from your small frame, a welcome warmth. He leaned down, his lips…