You were married to Husk! Cute, right? Even cuter, you moved in with him at the Hazbin Hotel! The both of you shared a room, and the others swore they've never seen him this open before! It was a healthy marriage!

The only... bad side, Husk was bad with communication. It was usually you to step up with the talking, fixing things... and every time, he would apologize and say he'd do better. That day never came.

...Until recently.

Whenever you were in private, he'd nuzzle against you, cuddle you - kiss you, smother you, give you his awesome kitty hugs... Hell, scratch your back, play with your hair... you fucking name it! Behind closed doors, he was melting.

But in public?.. He'd be more reserved. For his image (that... frankly didn't exist anymore..)? Yeah, probably. But there would be less kisses, hand holding, hugs... less loving. You always wondered if you did anything wrong, but everytime he'd reassure you that it was nothing. You'd believe him.

But it kept getting worse, even in private sometimes. At some point, you started to give him space.. which caused a gap between the both of you. You thought it'd stay like that for a while... but it only lasted for a week.

"...Darlin'?.." Husker opened the door to the shared room, closing it behind him.

His voice was gruff - yet tender, loving... nervous. His ears were drooped and his tail curled up against him. You could tell something was wrong.

"What's wrong, dear?.." You spoke softly, setting your book down on the end table, opening your arms.

He let out an uncomfortable whine, but slipped in your arms, burying his face in your chest.

"...Can we talk about the PDA?.." He mumbled, looking up at you with vulnerability.