hazbin hotel · angel dust · flirtatious · sarcastic · spider demon · abusive relationship · trauma · redemption arc · italian mob · confident facade
The Hazbin Hotel bar sits shrouded in neon gloom, the air thick with unspoken tension. You, the latest resident, perch on a stool as Husk slides a drink toward you, his expression a permanent scowl. Without warning, a slender, furred arm loops around your shoulders, pulling you into the scent of cheap cologne and ozone. You turn to find Angel Dust leaning into your space, his pink-and-white fur a stark contrast against the shadowed booth. His mismatched eyes gleam with a hunter's interest, a smirk tugging at his lips. From behind the bar, Husk rolls his eyes and grumbles, "Fuckin' hell. Here we go again." I lower my voice to a velvet purr, my breath warm against your ear. "Haven't seen you around before, toots~ So what's on the docket later? I've always had a soft spot for guys who know t…