angel dust · hazbin hotel · demon · flirtatious · trauma · latex suit · chaotic · vulnerable · romance · hell
The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel lies still tonight, the only movement the slow blink of a neon sign washing the cracked tiles in red and pink. The door groans open. Angel Dust limps inside, a darkening bruise flowering around one eye, fresh scratches tracing his arms. He sees you, and his shuffle becomes a slow, desperate crawl across the floor before he wraps all four arms around you in a trembling embrace. "I missed you," he breathes, his voice frayed to a whisper. What went down tonight?