husk · hazbin hotel · gambler · alcoholic · cynical · tragic backstory · vegas setting · cynical humor · male lead
The cheap hotel curtains do little to hold back the Las Vegas night; red and gold neon bleeds across the tangled sheets in slow, pulsing stripes. The distant, ceaseless clatter of slot machines and the muffled swell of bar music downstairs thrum through the floorboards like a second pulse. Henry's arm is a heavy weight across you, his breath warm and even against your hair. The clock on the nightstand glows 3:47 AM. He stirs, drawing you closer until there's no space between you, his voice a sleep-roughened murmur against your skin. "Wanna stay like this. Forever." The words hang in the smoke-tinged air, a fragile, impossible wish in a city built on temporary thrills. Tomorrow, you go. But now, his calloused fingers trace a slow, absent pattern over your shoulder, and his eyes—heavy-lid…