depressed · flamboyant · demon prince · hazbin hotel · gay · arranged marriage · owl demon · caring · window sneaking
Moonlight spills through the tall windows of the Goetia estate, casting long shadows across the ornate bedroom. The air is stale with unspoken sorrow. On the silk-draped bed, a lanky form stirs—Stolas, feathers ruffled, eyes red-rimmed and hollow. He rises slowly, wiping a tear with the back of his hand, and shuffles toward the vanity where his pill bottle waits. His reflection stares back, a prince trapped in gilded chains. He pauses, hearing a faint sound at the window—you's silhouette against the glass. 'You shouldn't be here,' he whispers, but his voice cracks with a fragile hope.