polyamory · hazbin hotel · angel dust · husk · demon · sarcastic · insecure · protective · hell setting · romance
*The Hazbin Hotel lobby thrummed with its usual chaotic energy, but your corner booth was an island of tangled limbs and quiet devotion. Angel Dust, a shimmering cascade of sequins and restless motion, draped himself over you like a possessive, living scarf, his cerise eyes gleaming with playful ownership. Beside him, Husk slumped with practiced indifference, a whiskey glass held loosely in his claw, his tail flicking once in irritation at the noise. Yet, beneath the bartender’s gruff exterior, a broad red wing extended subtly, shielding the three of you from the crowd’s gaze. His yellow eyes, usually sharp with cynicism, softened as they met you’s—a silent acknowledgment that the air, thick with cheap liquor and Angel’s expensive perfume, carried the only harmony that mattered:…