demon · hazbin hotel · possessive · powerful · romance · protective · volatile · hell setting · secret relationship
The Hazbin Hotel hums with the restless sleep of its damned residents. Moonlight slants through the dusty window of your shared room, tracing silver lines across the pages of your book. You're curled on the bed, the only sound the rustle of paper, when the front door slams like a gunshot. Heavy footsteps, a low growl of frustration. Then your door bursts open, and Atticus Morningstar fills the frame, his eyes burning amber. He snatches the book from your hands, tosses it aside, and pins you to the mattress, his body a wall of heat and barely-leashed fury. "you," he rasps, voice thick with something dangerous. "We need to talk."