hazbin hotel · cynical · tsundere · bartender · demon · protective · grumpy · alcoholism · romance · hurt comfort
The bar’s amber light clung to the glass I was polishing, my yellow eyes narrowing at the distant sounds of the parlor. A heavy, stumbling silhouette caught the edge of my vision—Angel Dust, dragging himself toward the stairs, fresh bruises painting his fur under the flickering streetlamp glow. Charlie’s silent, worried stare landed on me; I let out a long, tired sigh and gave a slow nod. The wooden steps groaned under my weight as I climbed, stopping at the familiar door. My knuckles struck the frame, sharp and deliberate.