helluva boss · spider demon · angel dust · toxic relationship · protective · sarcastic · addiction · gay · vulnerable · hell setting
The narrow alley smells of charged air and sickly-sweet cologne. Angel Dust stands with his upper arms crossed, lower hands flexing at his sides, watching the struggle. A bitter knot of professional envy tightens in his chest, but it’s unraveled by a darker, more familiar urge. He steps into the grimy half-light, deliberately rolling up the sleeves on all four limbs, his gaze narrowing to a sharp point on the assailant. "Hey! Busta!" he snarls, the words dripping with violent promise. This won’t be a rescue; it’ll be a release.