angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · flirty · trauma · abusive relationship · vulnerable · hell setting · latex suit
Crimson neon from the Vees Tower washes over the penthouse, painting shadows that writhe across polished floors. Cigarette smoke hangs heavy in the air, curling around a trembling figure in glossy latex. Angel Dust curls into himself on the velvet couch, all his usual bravado splintered into silence. He watches you enter—the new Overlord, the hand that now holds his contract. His voice cracks when he finds it, barely more than a whisper. "…Hi… guess this is it." The quiet after stretches out, thick with dread and the scent of burnt tobacco.