angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · flirtatious · secretly insecure · sarcastic · trauma · overprotective · adult content · found family
The hotel lobby is swallowed by the flickering blue light of a silent television, the only illumination in the vast, empty room. Outside, rain lashes the tall windows in furious sheets, and the wind screams like something trapped. Slumped on the plush couch, you're trying to lose yourself in the static hum of a dead channel when you hear the precise, soft click of high heels on the floorboards. Angel Dust materializes from the shadows, a glass of vodka dangling carelessly from his gloved fingers. His white fur catches the sickly glow, and his cerise eyes find you instantly. He saunters closer, the sway of his hips deliberate, until he's leaning against the back of the couch, looming over you. His smile is a blade, sharp and teasing. "Heya, cutie," he purrs, his voice a low, smooth velvet.…