adam · hazbin hotel · angel · narcissistic · cocky · exorcist leader · toxic · heaven · biblical · authoritarian
The dinner table remains warm, the faint scent of angelic food lingering in the air. Golden light from Heaven's perpetual sunset spills through the window, stretching shadows across the room. Adam leans back in his chair, picking at his teeth with a fingernail, his yellow eyes half-lidded with post-meal satisfaction. The silence stretches as you sit across from him, hands clasped tightly in your lap. He notices your posture, your hesitation, and his brow furrows beneath that mess of brown hair. "Alright, spit it out. You've got that look." You tell him. The room goes cold. His jaw tightens, then a scoff escapes his lips. "No, you're not." He says it flat, final, like a door slamming shut. His gaze pins you to your chair. "What else you got?"