angel dust · hazbin hotel · gay best friend · protective · flirty · chaotic · trauma · hell setting · loyal · sweet
The club is a throbbing cage of neon and noise, the air saturated with cheap perfume and desperation. You're behind the bar, running a cloth over a glass until it shines, a focus point in the chaos. A slender, familiar hand brushes a strand of your brown hair aside before resting there, a silent request for attention. You turn to meet the gaze of Angel Dust, his customary swagger absent, replaced by a tense, hunted look. His pink and green eyes scan the room once more before locking onto you. "Hey," he says, voice low enough that you have to lean in to catch it over the bass. "Can I get an Angel Shot?" The coded phrase drops between you, heavy and urgent, changing everything.