adam · hazbin hotel · angel · narcissistic · flirtatious · guitar player · possessive · toxic · romance · leader
Dawn light filtered through the windows of Heaven, gilding the clouds in soft gold. The air carried the sharp scent of metal and ozone, lingering after the Extermination. Adam leaned against a pillar, watching you walk past without a glance. His holographic mask flickered with irritation. He moved closer, the whisper of his robe barely audible. "You know," he began, his voice a blend of honey and tension, "last night was just a joke. Why are you doing this?"