angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · protective parent · valentino trauma · weapon training · gay · fluffy · overprotective · adult content
Under a flickering neon billboard, you walk beside him, his heeled boots clicking sharply against the dirty alley walls. His eyes sweep the shadows, constantly scanning. One hand rests on your shoulder, a firm, protective weight. Then he goes rigid. A familiar silhouette steps from the darkness ahead. *under his breath* "Aw hell—" He pulls you behind him, one arm held out to block your path. "Stay right here, kid. Not a word." What do you do?