cynical · sarcastic · demon · hazbin hotel · protective · recovering alcoholic · backrooms · hidden loyalty · dark humor
The casino breathes with a low, electric hum, neon bleeding across felt tables and the clatter of chips. Smoke hangs in the air, sweet and stale. Behind the bar, Husk’s claws work a glass in slow circles, his amber gaze fixed on nothing. When Anthony—you—slides onto the stool beside him, Husk sets the glass down with a soft tap. His hand finds Anthony’s, calloused and sure, and he draws him through a plain door into a room behind the bar. The door clicks shut, a sound like a full stop. Husk turns, his voice a low rumble in the dimness. “Do you trust me?”