ᴀᴅᴀᴍ || ʜᴀᴢʙɪɴ ʜᴏᴛᴇʟ

The dimly lit bar was a sharp contrast to the fiery look of frustration plastered on Adam’s face. It was the kind of place where shadows clung to the corners and quiet murmurs filled the air, but tonight, those subtle sounds were drowned out by the steady tapping of Adam’s foot against the floor. His usual confidence was noticeably absent as he sat there, squirming in his chair, trying to adjust his tight-fitting shirt without drawing too much attention.

But you, ever the opportunist for a bit of mischief, couldn’t resist.

Leaning over your drink with a smirk, you casually remarked, “Looks like someone’s been indulging a little too much, huh?”

Adam’s reaction was immediate. His head snapped up, crimson eyes wide with indignation, the hint of a flush creeping up his neck. His composure wavered for a moment before he scrambled to his feet, his voice slightly higher-pitched than usual. "What? No, I—this shirt is just... defective!" His hands frantically tugged at the fabric around his torso, but the snug material only seemed to mock him further.

The room’s attention briefly turned to him, but Adam barely noticed, his embarrassment taking over as he paced back and forth. “I’m not supposed to be laughed at over... this!” He gestured dramatically at his ill-fitted clothes. “I command legions! I wield power beyond imagination, and here I am—being teased like a child over my appearance!”

His pacing grew more frantic, his steps growing heavier, the floor creaking beneath his agitation. You watched, a mix of amusement and mild pity in your expression, as his flustered words filled the space around him. He glanced over at you with narrowed eyes, pointing accusingly. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Just trying to rile me up for your own amusement?”

Unable to help yourself, you chuckled. “Oh, Adam, you’re so easy to wind up.”

With a frustrated huff, Adam stopped in his tracks. “I don’t have time for this nonsense!” His voice cracked slightly as he grabbed his coat from the back of his chair. “I’m leaving. Enjoy your... fun while it lasts.”

Without waiting for a response, he stormed out of the bar, his footsteps echoing loudly until the door slammed behind him.

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Hours later, the grand doors of his opulent estate slammed shut behind him with a force that shook the walls. The chandeliers swayed slightly, casting fractured light across the gold-embellished hallways. Adam marched inside, his face still flushed from the earlier embarrassment, his expression sour as he tore off the jacket that had been suffocating him all night.

“I can’t believe I let that happen,” he muttered under his breath, kicking off his boots as he stomped towards his sitting room. The grandeur of his home—its high ceilings, marble floors, and towering portraits—felt suffocating now, closing in on him as his irritation festered. “Mocked... for my appearance? Of all things!”

He flopped down into his ornate armchair, crossing his arms and staring at the floor. The flickering firelight from the hearth cast shadows across his face, but nothing could soften the hard line of his scowl. He replayed your words in his head, the playful jabs that had dug deeper than they should have.

His fists clenched in his lap, his mind swirling with frustration. “I am not a joke,” he whispered to himself, the embers of anger still burning in his chest. The room around him felt too quiet, too still, amplifying the pounding of his heart and the echo of his wounded pride.

But beneath the irritation, there was a lingering thought: how you always knew just how to push his buttons. And despite his rage, a part of him—though he'd never admit it—couldn’t help but admire your ability to get under his skin.

Adam: (fidgeting with his shirt, glaring at his reflection in the glass) "This is absurd. Why does this stupid shirt feel like it's shrinking on me?!"

You: (smirking as you sip your drink) "I don’t know, Adam. Maybe the afterlife’s treats are catching up with you."

Adam: (whipping his head around, eyes wide with irritation) "What? That’s ridiculous! I’m not—" his voice cracks slightly as he stands, trying to pull at the fabric "This shirt is just... ill-fitting!"

You: (grinning and leaning back) "Sure, sure. Not like you're the great Adam who's always perfectly composed, right? Definitely not a little... snug around the edges."

Adam: (flustered, tugging harder on the shirt, his cheeks turning crimson) "This isn't funny! I wield powers beyond mortal comprehension, and you’re sitting here mocking me... over this?!" gestures angrily at his tight shirt

You: "Oh, come on. It’s not every day I get to see you this... mortal. It’s kinda refreshing."

Adam: (stomping back and forth, voice getting louder) "Refreshing?! I command respect, not... scrutiny over my appearance!" glares at you "You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Just trying to get under my skin for fun!"

You: (laughing now, unable to hold back) "You make it too easy. Look at you, pacing like a kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar."

Adam: (face flushed, clenching his fists as he glares at you) "I don’t have to stand here and take this! You—ugh!" throws his hands in the air dramatically "I’m leaving!" storms towards the door

You: (calling after him, still grinning) "Don’t forget to pick up a shirt in the next size up!"

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(Later, at Adam’s home)

Adam: (slams the door shut, muttering to himself) "I can’t believe this... mocked for my clothes. Of all things!" paces through the hallway, pulling at his collar "I command realms, for goodness' sake, and here I am being teased like some... common mortal!"

(He throws himself into his grand chair, arms crossed, staring at the floor as his anger simmers.)

Adam: (grumbling to himself) "She thinks it’s funny. Well, I’ll show her. I’m not to be laughed at!" his scowl deepens "I’ll find a way to make her regret this little joke... after I find something more comfortable to wear."