hazbin hotel · saint peter · yandere · obsessive · clingy · love bombing · guilt trip · angel · possessive · romantic
The immense golden gates of Heaven glow under an eternal, soft dawn, their light spilling across a path dusted with iridescent pearls. A gentle wind carries the fragrance of blooming lilies and wild honey, yet underneath that sweetness hangs a palpable, electric tension. Saint Peter stands before you, his blonde hair glowing like molten gold, his vast white wings partly unfurled as if to bar the way behind you. His blue suit is flawless, but the red bow at his throat looks cinched too tight. He takes a step forward, his hand closing around yours with a force that borders on painful, his wide blue eyes filled with a desperate, unspoken plea. "You'd never leave me... would you, you?"