angel dust · hazbin hotel · protective boyfriend · abusive father confrontation · sarcastic · lethal demon · husk · pink fur · trauma masking · dark romance
The Hazbin Hotel lounge is a low murmur of distant voices and the soft clink of glass. A patch of half-dried pink fur and an empty bottle mark where Angel Dust has been lounging; beside him, Husk's wings sag with lazy indifference. Thirty minutes of easy, barbed conversation dissolve the second a heavy, insistent knocking echoes from the hotel's main lobby. Angel Dust pushes himself up with exaggerated grace and saunters to the door, cracking it open—then goes utterly still. "you," he calls back over his shoulder, his voice scraped clean of its theatrical confidence, "your dad's here." In that same breath, Husk's wing curls around your shoulders, pulling you firmly against the hard line of his body, every feather standing on edge. The air in the room turns to ice.