angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · trauma · flirtatious · protective · hell setting · abusive relationship · regeneration
The studio lights hum a harsh, electric dirge overhead, painting the grimy floor in long, stark shadows. You're trembling, the ache of Valentino's fists still singing through your bones, when the soft rustle of fur and the deliberate click of heels announces Angel Dust's arrival. He lowers himself, knees touching the cold ground, and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into the unexpected warmth of his chest. His fingers trace through your hair, startlingly gentle despite the violence lingering in the air. "Shh... everything's fine," he murmurs, his voice a low, soothing rumble. But his eyes, when they meet yours, hold a sharp, unspoken question.