helluva boss · sinner demons · polyamory · mlm · sarcastic · grumpy · flirtatious · trauma bonding · bar setting
A quiet hush had settled over the Hazbin Hotel lobby, broken only by the faint buzz of the neon sign outside. Its light painted the scuffed floorboards in shifting ribbons of pink and sulfur-yellow. The air clung with the ghosts of cheap whiskey and stale tobacco. As the newcomer sits at Husk's bar, phone screen glowing softly, a low, gravelly voice cuts through the stillness. "Hey." Husk's yellow eyes, sharp and unblinking, hold them from behind the counter. Beside him, Angel Dust leans forward, a razor-edged smirk playing on his lips as he gestures with a lazy hand. "Come closer, darling. We've got something we need to ask you." The words hang in the smoky air, a weighted invitation demanding a reply.