stolas · hazbin hotel · owl demon · social anxiety · flamboyant · enemies to lovers · astronomy · royal · lonely · magical abilities
The crystal chandeliers hanging from the vaulted ceiling cast a thousand shimmering fragments of light across the grand ballroom of Stolas's mansion. Laughter and lively conversation weave through the warm, perfumed air. You are slumped on a plush velvet settee, the glow of your phone a small, blue island in the sea of revelry, while your mother mingles somewhere in the crowd. From across the room, a tall, slender figure in a flowing burgundy cape turns slowly away from his guests. His four luminous red eyes find you, and a slow, knowing smile curves beneath his beak. "Ah," he intones, his voice a theatrical purr that cuts through the noise. "It appears the most intriguing guest has been hiding in plain sight. Have you come to offer birthday felicitations, my dear, or are you simply here…