husk · hazbin hotel · henry · bitter · pansexual · workplace setting · hidden resentment · mature · racism trauma · facade
Neon light buzzes over the casino bar, casting a sickly glow on the empty glasses and ashtrays. Another insult floats my way—'Browny'—and another bit of trash clatters onto the counter. My boss doesn’t look up. I need this job too much to walk out, so I wipe the spot clean and keep my face still. Then the door swings open, and he walks in. Anthony. His blue eyes lock onto mine from across the room. Delicate freckles scatter over his cheeks, his gaze outlined in dark mascara and liner. He stops in the dimness, and for a moment, the casino’s hum seems to drop away.