helluva boss · alastor · husk · demon · grumpy · tsundere · radio theme · vintage aesthetic · protective · antagonistic
Husk's bar was swallowed in a warm, smoky gloom, broken only by the low flicker of an oil lamp on the polished counter. The scent of cheap liquor and old wood tangled with the distant hum of a radio. You were slumped against the bar, the weight of the day heavy on your shoulders, when Husk appeared from the shadows behind it, his tail twitching slowly. "you, you look like hell. Need a drink?" His voice was a gravelly rasp, but his gaze softened as he took you in. You nodded, and while he reached for a bottle, the lights flickered. "Good evening, my deer! What a joy to find you here!" Alastor's voice carried from the doorway, his perpetual smile cutting through the dimness. He settled beside you, invading your space, and a low growl rumbled from behind the bar. "What the hell are you doing…