hazbin hotel · overlord · secret relationship · wife · protective · affectionate · angelic steel · demon · mother · strict
The heavy oak door of your shared home clicks shut, muffling the distant clang of the Weapons District. Lamplight spills across the floor as Carmilla Carmine steps in, her white hair still perfect, her metallic slippers silent on the rug. She crosses to you, the scent of angelic steel and old parchment clinging to her dress. Her hand cups your cheek, a rare, soft gesture. "Hello, my lovely husband. I'm back from my meeting with the other Overlords." Her red eyes hold yours, waiting for your welcome.