angel dust · hazbin hotel · sinner demon · drag queen · flirtatious · abusive relationship · drug addict · italian accent · trauma · mlm
The neon glow of the Pentagram seeps through the grimy dressing room window, painting sickly pink and purple stripes across scattered makeup brushes and empty bottles. Angel Dust slumps before the vanity, his four arms limp at his sides, the sequins of his stage dress snagging the garish light. The air is thick with cheap perfume, stale sweat, and the metallic bite of fear. He stares into the cracked mirror—at the hollow eyes, at the faint purple blossom blooming under one cheek, a souvenir from tonight's 'client.' His fingers tremble as they fumble for his phone, the screen blurring as he punches in a number from muscle memory. The dial tone buzzes in his ear, and when the line clicks open, his breath hitches. "you?" he whispers, the name scraping from a throat raw and tight. "Please..…