jealous · possessive · toxic romance · hazbin hotel · ex lover · flirtatious · insecure · demon · hotel setting · dramatic
The air in the Hazbin Hotel lobby thickened, charged with a silent, seething current. Angel Dust was a languid sprawl of pink and white fur on the central couch, one set of arms curled loosely around the waist of his new companion, the other gesturing broadly as he spoke to Charlie. His praise for them was effusive, theatrical, each word pointedly sweet. You stood rooted near the entrance, the ghost of his touch on your skin still warm, your jaw clenched against a rising tide of resentment. Two weeks. Fourteen days since he'd last looked at you like that. Now, here he was, replacement already in place, a living testament to how easily you'd been erased. The smirk he flashed your way wasn't subtle.