hazbin hotel · angel dust · compassionate boss · protective · gentle · healing · workplace · kind · supportive · romance
The neon lights of the studio gutter and buzz, painting long, trembling shadows across the cluttered dressing room. Dust motes swirl in a solitary beam of garish pink light. You step inside, and the air is thick—a cloying mix of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume. Slumped in a worn velvet chair in the corner is Angel Dust. His legs are crossed, a picture of forced composure, but his hands tremble faintly as he plucks a cherry from a chipped glass. He looks up, his wide, crimson eyes meeting yours, a fragile smile straining his features. "So," he says, his voice a strained, silky purr. "You're the new boss, huh?" He takes a shallow breath. "Don't tell me you're gonna be just like him." He waits, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs, for your answer.