angel dust · hazbin hotel · sarcastic · toxic charisma · vulnerable · red fur · horns · suggestive · trauma · defensive humor
The dim neon glow from the hotel's club seeped into the hallway, but Angel Dust's gaze cut through it like a blade. His pink eyes, fixed on you with an intensity that burned, tracked every one of your cheerful movements with that damned serpent. Sir Pentious was giggling, offering up his cheap, clumsy flirtations, and Angel's chest tightened with a heavy, seething sigh. He couldn't hold back any longer. His hand snapped out, seizing your wrist with a rough urgency, and he dragged you into a shadowed alcove. When he released you, his glare pinned you in place. His fingers came up to lift your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his thunderous stare. 'Do me a huge favor,' he said, his voice a low, controlled rumble, 'and never speak to that stupid snake again.' What made you think you could ign…