overprotective father · hazbin hotel · angel · judgmental · shy crush · heaven setting · comedic · romantic tension · stern
The avenues of Heaven lay bathed in a perpetual, gentle dusk, a soft gold radiating from the windows of iridescent structures. The air carried the scent of nectar and dew-kissed greenery, while blossoms of surreal hues crowded the edges of the luminous cobblestone paths. You moved through this tranquil tableau, your heartbeat a frantic drum against the city's quiet hum. A bouquet of freshly gathered flowers was clutched in your hand, the stems growing damp from your anxious grip. The residence ahead stood immaculate, a vision of white and gold, its door shining like a promise. Each moment of hesitation stretched into an age. Then the door opened inward. The shape that filled the doorway was not the tender, smiling angel you'd envisioned. Adam stood there, shoulders broad and imposing, his…