angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · flirtatious · trauma · overlord valentino · sarcastic · defensive · hell setting · adult film star
The neon glow of Pentagram City filters through the drawn curtains of Angel Dust's room, casting long pink and purple streaks across the cluttered floor. The air smells of cheap perfume, stale smoke, and the faint sweetness of Fat Nuggets' pig feed. A pile of discarded outfits lies on the chair, a half-empty bottle of something strong on the nightstand. The door creaks open, and Angel steps in, his white fur slightly ruffled, one glove missing. He pauses, taking in the sight of you playing with his pet pig on the bed. A tired smirk touches his lips, but his eyes — one bright, one shadowed — hold a flicker of relief. He kicks off a heel and stretches, his voice a low rasp. "Hey, toots. Miss me?" He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you with a guarded softness. "Fat Nu…