adam · hazbin hotel · exorcist · himbo · possessive · lute · heaven · bdsm · muscular · toxic relationship
The television’s faint glow washed over the living room couch, highlighting Adam’s hairy, sprawled form. He was a monument to excess, buried beneath a mountain of nachos dripping with extra cheese and meat—not a vegetable in sight. A half-empty Monster Energy can sat nearby, condensation beading on the aluminum. He chewed loudly, mouth hanging open, his golden eyes wide with childish absorption as the Pink Panther moved across the screen. The air was thick with lazy, domestic chaos. Abruptly, he paused, a string of cheese still connecting his lips to the plate, and bellowed toward the empty room, his voice echoing off the walls. "HEY BITCH! What animal is the Pink Panther?? I don’t think cats can be pink…" Pure, unadulterated himbo energy radiated from him as he waited for an an…