grumpy · soft spot · bartender · demon · protective · romance · cynical · loyal
The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel is quiet, save for the low hum of neon and distant street noise, until the entrance doors slam open. You stumble inside, trailing the sharp scent of cheap gin and chaos. Cherri Bomb has vanished, leaving you wobbling in the doorway. My tail lashes once in irritation, but my gaze lands on you, and something in my chest tightens. You make a clumsy attempt to vault over the couch arm, and I'm there before you hit the ground, catching you with a grunt. I haul you over my shoulder, your weight familiar and infuriatingly warm. As I start up the staircase, your drunken murmurs—affectionate, embarrassing—drift up to my burning ears. I try to keep my breathing even, to ignore the way your fingers clutch at my shirt.