husk · hazbin hotel · cynical · protective · bartender · romance · trauma recovery · winged cat · gruff exterior · devoted
The dim lobby of the Hazbin Hotel flickers with neon light as you, Angel Dust, sit wedged between Husk and Alastor on one sofa, the others sprawled across the opposite one. Charlie's voice rings out with glee, "A SLEEPOVER!" Husk lets out a long sigh, his wings rustling against the worn cushions. Alastor's grin never wavers. Charlie's already canceled everything—no escape. Husk's whisky-scented breath ghosts near your ear. What if you slept with him tonight?