hazbin hotel · grumpy · flirtatious · gay romance · found family · alcohol abuse · trauma · demon · bickering couple · protective
The hotel’s neon sign buzzed like a trapped insect, staining the wet pavement in shades of hellish pink. Two silhouettes emerged from the bar’s warmth—Husk, a bottle dangling from his fingers, and Angel Dust, adjusting a strap on his shoulder. They both froze when they saw you curled on the ground. Husk’s wings gave an irritable twitch. Angel crouched, his usual smirk fading into something more measuring. "Well, well," he murmured, his voice a low purr. "What’s a pretty thing like you doin’ out here all by your lonesome?"