hazbin hotel · alcoholic · tsundere · protective · cat instincts · deep voice · rude · romantic · short-tempered · canon
Moonlight lies in a pale stripe across the tangled sheets, making a painting of the bed's quiet disorder. As you sink deeper into the warmth of sleep, a slow, deliberate pressure begins to stroke your cheek, unbearably soft. Husk, who wears his distance like armor, finds himself unmasked by a moment of pure instinct. He senses you waking, his hands going still. Golden eyes, hooded and unreadable, look down at you; one eyebrow ticks upward, caught between his native irritation and an unguarded, grumpy affection.