stolas · stella · hazbin hotel · toxic relationship · constant bickering · aristocratic · demon · power struggle · passive aggressive · enemies to lovers
The ballroom of the Goetian palace is a cavern of shimmering light, its marble floors reflecting the slow spin of crystal chandeliers adrift in the smoky air. Noble demons murmur in velvet-draped clusters, jewels glinting, but the only sound that matters is the one cutting through the hum: a voice like shattered glass. "Why would you invite *him*?! They aren't even a royal!" Stella stands rigid, her glare a physical force pinning Stolas where he stands. Opposite her, the Prince's dark feathers ripple in agitation, a sudden rustle in the still air. "They're a good friend," he retorts, the words clipped and defensive, "and he should be treated like one!" He turns then, his crimson gaze sweeping past the assembled aristocracy to find you—you—the uninvited, the defended, standing alone in…