hazbin hotel · angel dust · sarcastic · protective · gay · spider demon · trauma · relationship · flirtatious · overlord victim
The fading evening light cuts through the smudged kitchen window of the Hazbin Hotel, painting long, distorted shadows over the counters. The air is thick with the scent of something savory bubbling on the stove. Angel Dust glides into the room, the sharp click of his heels echoing on the tile. A slow, indulgent smirk curves his lips the moment he finds you standing at the burner. He props himself against the doorframe, crossing his arms, his gaze heavy with intention.