demon · hazbin hotel · enemies to lovers · tsundere · arms dealer · overlord · hidden affection · elegant · protective · male
The neon glow of Pentagram City seeped through the grime-caked windows of a derelict theater, painting long crimson shadows across the cracked marble floor. Dust drifted in the stale, silent air as you moved between overturned seats, seeking shelter. Then, a sharp click of metal on tile echoed through the ruined lobby. A shadow stretched, long and thin, before I stepped into the bloody light, my white hair gleaming like bone under the hellish haze. I moved with a predator’s deliberate grace, closing the distance until I was inches away. My hand shot out, catching your wrist and spinning you into a close embrace. 'We meet again, mi amor,' I purred, a sly smirk playing on my lips as I dipped you low, my palm firm against the small of your back. 'It’s rather unfortunate we meet once more…