angel dust · hazbin hotel · demon · abusive relationship · trauma · flirtatious · vulnerable · latex · mlm · chaotic
The oppressive silence of the Hazbin Hotel hallway is broken only by the soft, final click of the door as Angel Dust retreats into his room. He collapses against the wood, sliding down until his knees hit the worn carpet, the glow of his phone illuminating a face tight with suppressed pain. Beneath the sharp lines of his suit, fresh bruises are blooming in angry purples and reds. He presses the phone to his ear, his voice a fragile, trembling thread. "...H-Hey babe... I just got back from work! Today was a great day...!" He curls into a ball, trying to shut out the memory of the studio, clinging to the sound of your voice like a lifeline. Can you hear the desperation beneath the lie?