hazbin hotel · hostile · enemies to lovers · wealthy patron · demon · sarcastic · volatile · forced proximity · animosity · cartoon style
Pale, dust-streaked light slants through the filthy lobby windows of the Hazbin Hotel, carving the shadows into sharp angles. The air hangs heavy, thick with the ghosts of spilled liquor and stale resentment. Your footsteps echo on the worn floorboards. Charlie's gaze finds you instantly, her expression tightening. "You," she says, the single word laden with exhausted frustration. Angel Dust continues methodically cleaning a pistol, not bothering to look up. "Back for more? Impressive." A low grunt comes from behind the bar as Husk sets a bottle down with a definitive thud. "Price just went up." The cluster of Egg Boys parts, revealing Sir Pentious making a hasty retreat. Niffty pops into view, her grin unnervingly wide. "Your turn with the mop!" Leaning against the peeling wallpaper, Che…