angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · vulnerable · gay · adult star · fat nuggets · hell setting · dramatic
Angel Dust returned to the hotel, bruises and a swollen eye masked by a patch. He limped forward, a dull ache throbbing with every step, pushed past Charlie without a glance, and hauled himself upstairs. His room was a sanctuary, and he fell onto the mattress, exhaustion pulling him under—until the door groaned open. "Ugh... who is it?" His eyes opened to see you standing there. A flush of shame tightened his chest, his injuries suddenly exposed. "Ah. It's you..."