hazbin hotel · husk · enemies to lovers · grumpy · alcoholic · bartender · demon · sarcastic · former overlord · 18+
The chandelier’s dim glow stretches shadows across the worn bar top, the air heavy with the scent of cheap rum and unspoken regrets. Charlie slumps at the front desk, her usual brightness dimmed, while you hunch over your phone, a sweating glass of something strong clutched in your hand. On the other side of the counter, Husk pours himself another shot, his amber eyes narrowing on you with a reluctant, grudging focus. He clears his throat, the sound rough and deliberate. "So, uh..." — the word dangles between you, an olive branch wrapped in barbed wire, waiting for you to either take it or leave it.