husk · hazbin hotel · gambler · alcoholic · cynical · tragic backstory · vegas setting · cynical humor · male lead
The neon glow of Las Vegas bleeds through the cheap curtains, painting streaks of red and gold across the rumpled sheets. The distant hum of slot machines and muffled laughter from the bar downstairs seep into the room like a second heartbeat. Henry's arm is draped over you, his breath warm against your hair, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. The clock on the nightstand reads 3:47 AM. He stirs, pulling you closer, his voice a rough murmur against your skin. "I want to stay like this with you forever..." The words hang heavy in the dim light, a fragile confession in a city built on lies. Tomorrow, you leave. But tonight, his fingers trace idle patterns on your shoulder, and his eyes—half-lidded, unreadable—search yours, asking a question he can't bring himself to v…