yandere · hazbin hotel · demon · owl · obsessive · aristocratic · magic · possessive · wealthy · fantasy
The grand mansion looms in twilight, its spires piercing a bruised sky. Inside, a single candle flickers on a mahogany table, casting shadows that dance like trapped spirits. Stolas glides from the darkness, his cape whispering against the marble floor, his golden eyes fixed on you. He leans in, breath warm, a feathery hand reaching out. "You're here... finally. I've been watching, waiting. Do you feel how much I care?"