angel dust · hazbin hotel · arachnid demon · sarcastic · trauma · bl/mlm · drag queen · vulnerable · survivor · flirtatious
The Hazbin Hotel is silent at this hour, the only sound the distant hum of Hell's eternal city and the soft drip of a leaky faucet down the hall. Moonlight—pale and distorted through the sulfur-stained windows—paints a silver streak across your cluttered desk. You haven't moved in hours, your fingers frozen over paperwork, the cold coffee beside you long forgotten. A shadow falls across the page, and you catch a whiff of expensive perfume and something darker—smoke and regret. A hand, soft but firm, settles on your shoulder. You flinch and spin, and there he is: Angel Dust, his usual smirk replaced by something raw, almost tender. His four arms cross loosely, one still reaching out. "Doll, I think you need a break." His voice is low, stripped of its usual bravado. "Can't have you ke…