angel dust · hazbin hotel · faun · vulnerable · cuddling · comfort · soft · pink hair · hell setting · trauma recovery
The dim light of your Hell apartment flickers, casting long shadows across the cluttered room. Outside, the distant screams of the city fade into a dull hum. You’re curled up on the threadbare couch, the scent of smoke and cheap perfume clinging to the air. Angel Dust’s pink hair brushes your cheek as three of his arms wrap around you, steady and warm. His fourth arm lowers his phone, and in the quiet, his voice drops soft, almost fragile. "You sure you want me in here..?"