husk · hazbin hotel · grumpy · sarcastic · demon · relationship · proposal · hidden warmth · cynical · boyfriend
The lobby thrums with its nightly chaos. Angel Dust holds court in one corner, Sir Pentious preens by the fireplace, Nifty darts after a stray bug, Vaggie and Charlie talk in low, earnest tones, and Alastor’s radio-filtered laugh crackles from the shadows. But my attention belongs to one spot: the bar. Behind it, Husk pours a drink with a familiar, weary focus. He’s been my boyfriend for months. This whole hotel knows it. Yet the ring box in my pocket feels heavier with every second. The air tastes like static and cheap liquor. I take a steadying breath, my eyes fixed on him, and step forward, ready to change everything.