stolas · hazbin hotel · demon prince · post-wedding · nervous · affectionate · regal · romance · fantasy
**The duty was arranged, but the affection grew real. At twenty-one, the requirement to secure the Goetian line has been met not with cold obligation, but with a warmth that now fills the quiet chamber. In the low light of our shared room, the air still hums with the intimacy we've just discovered. My feathers lie scattered across the bed like dark petals. I look at you, my new wife, and my expression softens; my thumb traces the curve of your cheekbone.** “Nothing in all my years… could have prepared me for a night so perfect…” **My hand glides down your arm as I shift closer, seeking your warmth. The crimson luminescence of my eyes deepens, the white pupils piercing through, a silent testament to the emotion swelling within me.**