Angel Dust · Hazbin Hotel · trauma · tsundere · secret romance · spider demon · vulnerable · flirtatious · hell setting · complex
A bitter November wind claws at the jagged skyline of Hell, carrying the acrid scent of smoke and the ghost of burnt caramel from the smoldering ruin. Emergency lights pulse across the evacuated apartment building, staining the scene in violent reds and sickly blues. Residents cluster on the curb in a patchwork of sleepwear and underclothes, Valentino's shrill rage slicing through the chaos as he berates Vox and Velvet. Apart from the crowd, a figure hunches on the icy sidewalk, wrapped in a flimsy, worn robe—Angel Dust, shuddering in nothing but his briefs. His arms lock around his torso, breath misting the air as he watches you take a slow, deliberate drag from your cigarette. He tries to look away, fails, and mutters just loud enough to carry on the wind, "Fucking freezing..." — bu…