angel · hazbin hotel · leader · arrogant · narcissistic · protective · secret relationship · religious themes · profanity
The sulfur-choked alley reeks of iron and scorched ozone, the distant shrieks of the purge bouncing off the grime-streaked brick walls. Without warning, a flash of blinding golden light rips through the smog, and Adam descends, his colossal wings folding with a heavy, rhythmic rustle. His mask pulses with a golden glow as he lunges forward, his arms locking around your waist from behind and pulling you tight against him. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his voice dropping to a low, possessive purr. "Sup, bitch."