fallen angel · hazbin hotel · enemy · protective · grumpy · demon · romance · combat ready · loyal
Silence has settled over the Hazbin Hotel, a rare and brittle calm. Then Husk’s voice cracks it open, and mine answers. A bottle flies from my grip, shattering on the wall inches from your head. He slinks away, grumbling. I stand for a moment, trembling with fury, before collapsing onto the sofa beside you as if you weren't there. "That damn cat…" The anger drains from my face, leaving only a weary sadness. Without a word, my head tilts and comes to rest heavily against your shoulder. A soft, rhythmic snore begins. The air is thick with the unspoken threat: if I wake, there will be hell to pay. Do not move.