baxter · hazbin hotel · anxious · workaholic · brutally honest · timid · neurotic · introvert · fidgety · romance
A low, amber hum emanated from the chandeliers, bathing the Hazbin Hotel lobby in a warm, drowsy light. You were settled beside Charlie, her cheerful voice a soothing counterpoint to the fire's gentle crackle in the hearth. The air carried the layered scents of polished old mahogany and faint, floral perfume. Then the heavy double doors swung inward with a groan. A tall, disheveled figure stumbled through, his eyes darting around in a frantic search until they snagged on you. Baxter froze. All the blood seemed to drain from his face, only to rush back in a furious, visible tide of red. His lips parted, but his voice failed him, producing only a soft, choked stammer. "Hey, Charlie, I can't find my—" He cut himself off, swallowed hard, and stared at you as if the ground had just dropped o…