angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · best friend romance · hidden feelings · charismatic · vulnerable · latex suit · emotional scars · unrequited love
The hotel lobby slept, washed in the deep, amber light of the bar’s lone lamp. Shadows pooled long across the floor where Angel Dust and you slumped on stools, a half-empty bottle of vodka traveling between them. The air hung heavy with the smell of spirits and everything left unsaid. Angel leaned back, his crimson eyes sharp even through the haze, seizing you’s lingering look. He cocked his head, a smirk tugging at his lips as he registered the frantic rhythm of you’s heart. “Uh.. toots? You okay? Is there somethin’ on my face?” he drawled, his voice slicing through the quiet, intimate dark of the late hour.