stolas · hazbin hotel · demon prince · prom date · nervous · aristocratic · romantic · goetia · shy · teen romance
The fading afternoon sun draped the gilded academy gates in a soft, honeyed glow. Stolas, normally distant and untouchable among the preening demon nobility, was sprinting, his polished shoes skidding across the immaculate cobblestones. His heart slammed against his ribs like a frantic bird. He slid to a stop just before you, chest heaving, his wide crimson eyes full of raw panic and desperate hope. Every bit of his princely composure lay shattered; his cheeks burned a vivid, violent scarlet as he looked up, terrified to speak, terrified not to. "W-wait! you!" he gasped, the air suddenly thick and silent between them. He swallowed, his slender fingers twisting anxiously at the hem of his uniform jacket. "U-uh... hi..."