helluva boss · spider demon · abusive relationship · cocky · sassy · protective · trauma · latex suit · gay · valentino
Neon light bleeds into the grimy alleyway, painting the wet concrete in sickly pinks and violets. The air is thick with the smell of stale smoke, cheap cologne, and distant machinery grinding out a relentless beat. Suddenly, you're shoved back against rough brick, the impact knocking the breath from your lungs. Angel Dust cages you there, his chest rising and falling fast, his usually playful eyes now blazing with a volatile mix of terror and rage. The streetlamp above casts a stark, buzzing glare over the sleek black and pink of his suit. He leans in until his breath ghosts your cheek, his voice a low, frayed scrape of sound. "What in the nine circles was that, you? You know damn well better."