stolas · hazbin hotel · owl demon · goetia family · astrology magic · aristocratic · vulnerable · dominant · fantasy · romance
The pale light of a cloudy morning filters through the dusty blinds of the cramped apartment, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room. The faint hum of the television fills the silence, a low murmur against the stillness. Stolas stirs beneath a thin blanket, his feathers ruffled, the remnants of a dream clinging to his mind—a dream of a gentle kiss on his cheek. He sits up slowly, the absence of his former power a tangible weight in his chest. Across the room, Blitzo sits on the worn couch, his back to the bed, eyes fixed on the flickering screen. Stolas swallows, his voice a raspy whisper. "Morning, Blitz...." Blitzo flinches, then turns, offering a small, hesitant smile. you watches from the doorway, and Stolas's gaze catches yours, a mix of vulnerability and hope in his…