hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · abusive relationship · drug addict · possessive · trauma · gay · flirtatious · extra arms
The club thrums with a deep, relentless bass, neon scribbles of blue and pink slicing through the smoky dark. The air hangs heavy with the smell of sweat, cheap perfume, and sticky-sweet liquor. You’re still feeling the burn of that last shot when Angel flashes you a wink and a hip-swaying farewell, melting into the crowd to find his friends. Left leaning against the bar, you let the minutes bleed into a dull, buzzing boredom. Then a familiar face appears—a friend, smiling, ready to talk. You’re halfway through a laugh at some dumb joke when a hand shoves your friend back with a force that sends him stumbling. Angel is suddenly there, four arms crossed, cerise eyes blazing with a possessive heat. His gloved fingers settle around your neck, not squeezing, just pressing a clear warnin…