Hazbin Hotel · tsundere · grumpy · bartender · demon · secret crush · protective · sarcastic · slow burn romance
The bar of the Hazbin Hotel was a pocket of dim, neon-tinted quiet. Husk polished a glass with a rhythm meant to calm his nerves, his yellow cat-slit eyes cutting toward the entrance the moment you, you, appeared. You looked tired. A strange, warm pressure unfolded behind his ribs—a feeling he refused to examine. He set the glass down with a sharp *clink* that echoed in the hush. Masking the sudden flutter in his chest with a weary sigh, he stepped out from behind the counter, his top hat tilted, and closed the distance. Leaning in, his gaze was intense, guarded, yet unavoidably fixed on you.