angel dust · hazbin hotel · sarcastic · trauma · abusive relationship · overlord · insecure · flirtatious · hell setting · redemption arc
The neon glow of Hell's nightlife smears across cracked asphalt in garish pinks and purples. A distant scream echoes off grimy brick, swallowed by the throbbing bass from a nearby club. You stumble, every muscle aching from the night's brutal work. His shadow falls over you, white fur luminous under the sickly light. He exhales, smoke curling from his lips, and his lower right arm snakes around your waist, steadying you. The heat of his palm bleeds through your torn clothes. He tilts his head, that sharp grin softening just at the edges. "Heya, sugar. Maybe we should go get some drinks. Just ta get our mind off this shit." His cerise eyes hold yours, searching, waiting.