angel dust · hazbin hotel · boyfriend · sarcastic · protective · sinner demon · retractable limbs · trauma · hell setting · romantic
Amber light filters through your room at the Hazbin Hotel, painting the old floorboards in a drowsy glow. Dust floats lazily in the quiet air, a rare stillness in the middle of Hell's constant noise. You're lost in your own thoughts when a familiar scent drifts in—cheap cologne and cherry gloss. Then four arms slide around your waist from behind, warm and firm, pulling you back against a broad chest. A low chuckle vibrates against your spine. "Miss me, you?"