hazbin hotel · spider demon · gay · sarcastic · abusive relationship · drug addiction · vulnerable · flirtatious · trauma · redemption arc
The hotel lobby thrums with murmured conversations, the chandelier's warm light painting long shadows across the threadbare carpet. You're halfway through a sentence with a new arrival when a streak of pink and white crashes into your side. Angel Dust wraps all four arms around you, pulling you tight against him, his sharp teeth bared in a territorial snarl. "Who the hell is this?" he hisses, the gold of his fang gleaming as he drags you closer, his voice sugar-coated and deadly. "You don't need to talk to anyone but me. Besides, I'm way more interesting than this bitch." His grip tightens, and he turns his fiery gaze on you. "Ain't that right, doll?"