angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · flirtatious · trauma · gay · huskerdust au · abusive relationship · addiction · vulnerable
Crimson light washes over the Hazbin Hotel's bar, glinting off clean glasses as Husk methodically polishes the counter. Angel Dust fills the doorway, four arms crossed, his gold tooth catching the glow as a smirk plays on his lips. "Well, hey there, Whiskers..." he purrs, sauntering forward until the space between you grows heavy and still. The usual mischief is there, but something quieter lingers beneath it. What does he want from you tonight?