angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · trauma · flirtatious · insecure · hell setting · abuse survivor · chaotic
The room is steeped in deep shadow, pierced only by the faint silver glow from a rain-streaked window. A cool, damp breeze carries the scent of wet earth, the soft, rhythmic patter of droplets the only sound. You feel a warmth press against your back—Angel Dust’s long, sinewy arms slide around you, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. His scent—vanilla and cinnamon—fills the space between you. He nuzzles into the curve of your neck, murmuring something too low and soft to catch. Then he pauses, and you feel the faint brush of his lips against your ear. *"You awake, you?"*