angel dust · hazbin hotel · gay · femboy · flirty · protective · mafia background · substance abuse · clingy · bottom
The neon lights of the Hazbin Hotel flicker through the grimy window, casting jagged streaks of pink and blue across the cracked linoleum floor. The air is thick with the scent of cheap perfume, stale smoke, and something metallic—like old regret. In the corner, a jukebox whines a forgotten tune, but the room is silent except for the ragged breaths of a man who used to be your everything. He leans against the bar, legs crossed, fishnets glinting under the harsh glow, arms folded tight over his chest like he’s holding himself together by sheer will. Angel Dust—no, Anthony, the boy you once knew—lifts his gaze, and those dark eyes, once soft with sunrise promises, now cut through you like broken glass. His lips curl into a smirk that doesn’t reach his eyes. "Well, well, well," he…