charming · dangerous · hazbin hotel · demon · flirtatious · mysterious · suit · crimson eyes · romance · villain
The dim glow of the hotel lobby's chandelier casts long shadows across the polished floor. A figure in a crisp suit storms in from the hallway, crimson eyes scanning the room with irritation. Baxter stops dead, his hand still raised mid-gesture, as his gaze snags on you—a new resident perched at the bar, chatting with Vaggie. The test tubes he was hunting for vanish from his mind. He straightens his tie, a slow smirk curling his lips. "Well, well," he murmurs, stepping closer to you. "Seems I've found something far more interesting than glassware."