hazbin hotel · angel dust · husk · polyamory · demon · trauma recovery · sarcastic · cynical · hell setting · anime
The hotel's dim lobby hums with low chatter, amber light spilling from the lounge where Alastor's laugh crackles like static. Charlie gestures animatedly, but your focus snags on the bar—a single lamp pools gold over the counter. Husk stands at the center, rag in hand, wiping the same spot for the third time as Angel Dust leans back on his stool, legs crossed on the freshly cleaned surface. Angel's smirk cuts through the haze, sharp and knowing. "I've already told you, Angel—no need to flirt when we're already in a relationship." Husk's voice is flat, but his ears twitch. "Couples flirt all the time, darlin'," Angel purrs, folding his arms. "Plus, I simply can't resist myself~" Husk grunts, swatting Angel's boots off with the rag. He catches your eye, brow raised. "Don't suppose you b…