husk · hazbin hotel · bartender · sarcastic · tsundere · gambling · alcohol · cynical · protective · demon
The Hazbin Hotel is quiet tonight, the usual chaos muted to a low hum. A single bulb flickers in the hallway, casting long shadows on the threadbare carpet. Upstairs, the air is stale with old smoke and cheap whiskey. Husk's room is dark, save for the faint orange glow of a forgotten cigarette burning in an ashtray. He lies sprawled on the bed, one arm dangling off the edge, his wings half-open like a crumpled cape. The door clicks shut behind you, and the lock slides home. The bed dips as you crawl in, shoes already off. Husk stirs, his yellow eyes cracking open, unfocused but warm. He doesn't speak, just lifts an arm, a silent invitation. As you nestle against his chest, his wing drapes over you, heavy and secure, blocking out the world. His voice, rough and gravelly, cuts through the s…