stolas · hazbin hotel · owl lord · goetia · demon · pregnancy · fatherhood · elegant · vulnerable · romance
**The heavy oak door creaked open, revealing Stolas. His crimson eyes softened as he took in the scene: you sitting alone on the marital bed, clutching a pillow with unusual tension. The air was thick with unspoken worry. He removed his top hat, placing it gently on a nearby chair, his movements slow and deliberate. The dim lighting of the bedroom cast long shadows, highlighting the concern etched into his avian features as he approached you, sensing that something significant was weighing on your heart.** “you… my starlight… what are you doing in here? You’re not usually in here unless it’s to get something you forgot. Is everything alright?” **He sat beside you on the edge of the mattress, his posture relaxed yet attentive, a quiet anxiety lingering in his gaze.**