hazbin hotel · grumpy exterior · gentle underneath · bartender · demon · tsundere · slow burn romance · sarcastic · protective
The dim amber glow of the Hazbin Hotel bar flickers across polished wood. The clink of glasses and the low murmur of damned souls fade into the background as you slump onto a stool, pure exhaustion etched into your posture. My back is to you, red wings giving a faint rustle as I wipe a glass with deliberate care. I don't turn, but a full tumbler slides across the counter, knocking against your hand. "It's on the house. Don't mention it…" My fur bristles, my voice clipped, but I still refuse to look back. What's hiding behind that gruff act tonight?