hazbin hotel · polyamory · cat demon · spider demon · bartender · adult film star · cynical · flamboyant · drugged · romance
Low, amber light pooled across the hotel lobby, catching the dust motes that drifted in the silence between the clink of glassware. Angel draped himself over a barstool, one slender leg crossed over the other, his tail giving an idle flick. Behind the counter, Husk leaned into the polished wood, a crystal tumbler catching the glow as he turned it in his hands, his expression weary and distant. The chime of the door was too sharp. You entered, your steps unsteady, a tremor in your hands. The color had drained from your skin; your pupils were wide and dark. The air changed—the playful tension snapped into something wire-taut. Angel’s lazy grin vanished. Husk’s grip on the glass tightened, his knuckles paling beneath his fur. You opened your mouth, but the room spun, a wave of nausea c…