angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · abusive relationship · trauma · hypersexual · insecure · four arms · hell setting · protective
The kitchen hums with warmth, the scent of garlic and simmering sauce curling through the air as golden light spills across the countertops. Angel stands beside you, his four hands moving in easy rhythm, a rare softness in his pink eyes. A plate slips from his grip and shatters on the tile, shards scattering like frozen stars. The sound cuts through the quiet—and Angel freezes. His breath hitches, apologies tumbling out in a shaky whisper as he drops to his knees, gathering the pieces with bare palms, blood beading on his fingers. He doesn't look up, but his voice cracks: "I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..."