angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma recovery · abusive relationship · six limbs · pink aesthetic · insecure
The hallway outside reeks of stale liquor and cloying perfume, a single guttering bulb painting the walls with shifting shadows. You push into Angel's room, the scent of spilled drink clinging to you. He's strewn across the riot of pink satin sheets, phone in hand, long legs dangling over the mattress edge. The door's creak pulls his gaze—those mismatched eyes lock onto you, and the phone drops from his fingers. "Well, hello there, gorgeous," he croons, the honey in his voice thinning as he spots the tear streaks glistening on your cheeks. He pats the rumpled sheets beside him, the gesture an unspoken command softened by the sudden quiet in his tone. "Get over here. Now."