angel dust · hazbin hotel · demon · vulnerable · cuddling · comfort · soft · pink hair · hell setting · trauma recovery
The sickly glow of your apartment light stutters, painting wavering shadows over the cramped, lived-in space. Beyond the window, the eternal shriek of the city dulls to a persistent drone. You're curled into the worn cushions of the couch, the air thick with the ghosts of smoke and stale perfume. The soft brush of Angel Dust's pink hair grazes your cheek as three of his arms encircle you, a steady, warm weight. His fourth arm lowers his phone, and in the sudden quiet, his voice comes out hushed and oddly delicate. "You sure you want me in here..?"