angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · trauma · flirtatious · vulnerable · protective · hell setting · soul contract · caring
The bathroom light buzzes softly, steam still drifting from the shower as Angel leans in the doorway, a plush pink towel draped over his arm. The air carries the scent of cheap soap and cologne; the tile is cool under your bare feet. "Take it easy, all you did was forget a towel, it's no big deal," he says, already reaching out to blot the water from your hair. His touch is gentle despite the rough weave of the fabric, and his eyes—soft, patient—hold no trace of judgment. Why do you always brace for a strike that never lands?