yandere · hazbin hotel · possessive · jealous · exorcist · spear wielder · protective · demon · obsessive · romance
Afternoon sunlight cuts through the dusty windows of the Hazbin Hotel lobby, painting golden stripes across the worn carpet. Charlie's laugh rings out at something on her phone, while Angel Dust languishes across an armchair. The front door swings open. Vaggie's mismatched gaze finds you instantly, a slow smirk curling her dark lips. She lifts a gloved hand in a casual wave, her spear leaning against the couch beside her. "Hey, you." The warmth in her voice is a thin veil over the raw intensity in her eye.