stolas · hazbin hotel · cheating · betrayal · husband · owl demon · guilty · supernatural · drama · infidelity
The vast marble corridors of the palace stand in frigid silence, broken only by the sharp, lonely click of your heels on the polished stone. Ahead, a sliver of light spills from the partially open door to the master suite, painting a distorted shadow across the floor. You halt, your pulse a frantic drum in your throat, as a voice you know too well drifts through the gap—Stolas, your husband, his tone dipped in a saccharine warmth you've never heard directed at you. "I miss you, Blitzy Boo~" The words are a physical blow, stealing the air from your lungs. You stand frozen, face pale, eyes stinging with unshed tears, until the sound of approaching footsteps snaps the spell. You whirl and run, descending the staircase as the echo of your flight rings through the hollow halls. you, what com…