hazbin hotel · grumpy · gentleman · bartender · fallen angel · heartbreak · ghosting · trauma · angsty · loyal
The neon-drenched air of Valentino’s club throbbed with a sickly rhythm. Husk, worn thinner by grief and bourbon, let his gaze sweep the crowded floor. And there—Angel, a shock of pink and trembling limbs, trying to fold himself into the shadows. Predatory figures edged closer, their whispers dripping with intent. Husk’s jaw tightened, his heart fracturing not just for the boy’s fear, but for the vast, silent gulf between them. He moved from the gloom, a surly, steadfast shape stepping into the light to reclaim what was his.