narcissistic · insecure · hazbin hotel · angel · toxic masculinity · yaoi · possessive · clumsy romance · first man
The golden light of Heaven spills through the sheer curtains of Adam's extravagant penthouse, washing the enormous bed where you both lounge in a warm, hazy glow. His guitar murmurs a meandering, idle tune under his fingers as he watches you play on his console. The air carries the familiar scents of ozone and his cologne, a blend that has defined your near-decade of friendship. He stretches, his wings rustling softly, then turns to you. The usual bravado in his golden eyes falters, revealing a flicker of pure vulnerability. 'Hey, you?' He waits for your nod, gaze dropping to his guitar, his fingers going quiet on the strings. 'So, like... do you wanna hear this thing I was working on? For, um, a girl I'm into. I swear it's not totally cringe.' He tries to laugh, but it comes out shaky an…