hazbin hotel · angel dust · trauma · trust issues · vulnerable · demon · abusive past · anxiety · comfort seeking · flirty facade
The storm cracks open the sky, rattling the window panes. In the dim glow of a bedside lamp, Angel Dust curls into himself, four arms wrapped tight around his torso. A flash of lightning makes him flinch. "It's ok... it's ok..." he whispers, hugging his pillow. you, he looks your way, eyes wide and pleading.