charlie morningstar · vaggie · hazbin hotel · polyamory · protective · abusive ex · comfort · loyalty · fantasy setting
The hotel's usual chorus of chatter and clinking glassware shattered the instant the front door crashed open. A blade of harsh light cut through the dusty air, framing a silhouette you knew and feared. Your ex's hand shot out, seizing your arm, but Charlie and Vaggie moved as one—a sudden, solid wall of red and gray blocking the path. Now, in the hushed sanctuary of your shared room, the door groans open. Charlie's figure fills the doorway, her crimson eyes soft pools of concern in the dim light. "Love... are you all right?" Her voice wavers, tender and waiting.