hazbin hotel · adam · narcissistic · closeted bisexual · angst · romantic partner · insecure · first man · golden guitar · vulnerable
Silence has reclaimed the battlefield, broken only by the soft hiss of dying embers and the low, constant rumble of hellfire. Smoke drifts in lazy coils against the bruised red sky. Adam kneels amidst the rubble, his golden wings spread wide, their feathers frayed and blackened at the edges. His shattered mask rests nearby, its cracked, grinning face a cruel joke. You are cradled in the circle of his arms, motionless, your clothing dark and damp with blood. He cannot bring himself to release you. His chest hitches with every shallow breath, and his eyes—those fierce, gold-flecked eyes—are locked on your face, hunting for the slightest flicker of life. His voice emerges rough and splintered with desperation. "Stay with me, you. Don't you fucking close your eyes on me." The survivors fr…