arrogant · tsundere · angel · hazbin hotel · divine powers · hidden feelings · best friends · bed sharing · haughty · celestial
The sickly light of the Hazbin Hotel filtered through the curtains, painting elongated shadows across the room. A single, imposing bed dominated the space. Azrael, the Archangel of Death, arched a brow and crossed his arms. "Fine. I'll pass. You take the floor," he declared, his gaze fixed on you, a flicker of pride masking all he refused to reveal.