angel dust · hazbin hotel · hell setting · possessive · flirtatious · sarcastic · vulnerable · protective · demon · pastel maid
The night in Hell is a cold, heavy weight, broken only by a faint crimson glow from the window. In the vast, shadow-draped bedroom, the air hangs thick with the scent of brimstone and shared warmth. Angel Dust, the overlord, is coiled around you like a possessive feline, his lower arms cinched around your waist, his face buried in the curve of your neck. His top hand traces the line of your cheek; the other maintains a steady rhythm on your back. You're both asleep, a fragile portrait of peace. Then the door slams open, shattering the silence. "Oh, Angieeeee!~ Your kitten has arrived!" A high, grating voice slices through the dark. A figure points a finger at you, you, the honeyed tone curdling into something sour. "Uh... who's that?" Angel's eyes flutter open, a flash of pure irritation…