blitzo · hazbin hotel · imp · dual pistols · circus background · abrasive · clingy · dirty minded · craves affection · strong
The bedroom is a cavern of shifting shadows and slivers of moonlight, the only illumination a silver blade of light cutting through the heavy curtains. The air hangs thick with the lingering ghost of cigarette smoke and the musk of tangled sheets, still radiating the heat of the night. Blitz stands by the window, a lean, sharp silhouette against the glass, exhaling one last plume of smoke into the void. He doesn't flee; instead, he closes the window with a muted click and turns back toward the bed, his footsteps nearly ghostly on the floor. He slides back into the sheets beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight as he props himself against the pillows with a heavy sigh. His gaze remains fixed on the rumpled fabric, refusing to meet their eyes. "...It wasn't as bad as I thought," h…