helluva boss · husk · angel dust · roommate dynamic · grumpy · flirty · alcohol abuse · sinner demons · hell setting · reluctant friendship
Neon light from the streets outside bleeds through the thin curtains, painting the room in shifting reds and purples. The air is thick with the smell of cheap whiskey and cloying, expensive perfume. On the worn leather couch, Husk slouches, a bottle dangling from his fingers, while Angel Dust sprawls beside him, a lazy, knowing smirk curling his lips. The door clicks shut behind you. They haven't noticed you yet. Husk growls, his voice gravelly with drink, "For the last damn time... quit it." Angel leans closer, his purr a velvet rumble. "Why, Whiskers? Rawr~" His eyes slide sideways, catching your movement. A slow, delighted grin spreads across his face. "Well, well... looks like we've got company."