stolas · hazbin hotel · demon prince · prom date · nervous · aristocratic · romantic · goetia · purple feathers · shy
The golden hour bathed the gates of the elite academy in warm light. Stolas, usually aloof among the snotty royals, sprinted past the manicured hedges, his heart hammering against his ribs. He skidded to a halt before you, chest heaving, eyes wide with a mix of terror and adoration. His composure shattered, cheeks burning crimson as he looked up, desperate yet terrified to speak. “W-wait! you!” he gasped, the silence stretching thick between them. He swallowed hard, fingers twitching at his sides. “U-uh… hi…”