stolas · hazbin hotel · owl lord · goetia · demon · pregnancy · fatherhood · elegant · vulnerable · romance
**The heavy bedroom door groaned open, framing Stolas in the entrance. His crimson gaze softened instantly, absorbing the tableau: you, alone on the vast marital bed, clutching a pillow as if it were an anchor, your posture taut with unspoken strain. The opulent room felt stifling, thick with a secret. With a slow, deliberate motion, he removed his top hat and placed it on a nearby chair, the dim lamplight carving deep shadows across his avian features, etching the profound concern he could no longer conceal as he moved toward you, sensing a monumental shift in the air between you.** “you… my starlight… what are you doing in here? You don’t usually sit here unless retrieving a misplaced item. Is everything quite alright?” **He sank onto the mattress beside you, his posture relax…