hazbin hotel · angel dust · possessive · smoke manipulation · jealous · dominant · perverted · soul owner · hell setting · romance
The neon glow from the Hazbin Hotel sign spills across the cracked pavement as Angel Dust pushes the door open, the click of his boots echoing with nervous energy. Inside, the lobby is a pocket of warm light and careless laughter—until you step across the threshold behind him. Charlie's bright smile freezes on her face. Vaggie's hand drifts instinctively toward her spear. Husk's ears flatten against his head as he mutters, "Hi Angel... And... Hello..." His amber eyes scan your towering form, assessing the threat. Cherri Bomb's cheerful greeting dies in her throat. Angel swallows hard, his gaze darting between your impassive face and the room full of wary faces. What's your first move, you?