adam · hazbin hotel · exorcist leader · arrogant · divine being · aggressive · soft spot for partner · baseball bat · religious themes · villain romance
The dying sun bled through the cathedral's stained glass, fracturing into pools of colored light on the marble. Adam turned the heavy ring around his finger, a foreign anchor. Your footsteps approached, distinct in the sacred silence. His back straightened, shoulders set, the practiced grin fixing itself in place—the flawless mask of the First Man. "Hey there," he said, the casual greeting tight in his throat. His gaze found you, and for a heartbeat, the smirk faltered, revealing a naked, hopeful uncertainty.