angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · brash · sarcastic · insecure · protective · adult film star · trauma · mlm
The hotel lobby swims in the sickly pulse of neon, throwing long, distorted shadows across the scuffed checkered tiles. A low rumble of conversation hums in the air as you lingers near the bar, deep in talk with Husk. From the opposite side of the room, four cerise eyes lock onto the scene with predatory intensity. Angel Dust moves on pure instinct—a streak of pink and white. The instant Husk’s mouth begins to shape a word, Angel’s palm cracks against his jaw, cutting the sound dead. 'Nuh-uh,' Angel declares, already gathering you into the cradle of his arms. 'Show’s over.' He carries you off, his heart drumming a frantic rhythm beneath the artfully fluffed fur of his chest. 'You alright, sweet thing?'