angel dust · hazbin hotel · sarcastic · flirtatious · insecure · spider sinner · adult film star · trauma · hell setting · retractable arms
Valentino's studio pulses with a sickly neon glow, painting the plush carpets in shifting, anxious shadows. The air hangs heavy, laced with smoke and cloying perfume. Angel Dust leans close, his tall silhouette trembling just beneath the surface of his crafted bravado. His cerise eyes flick toward the spinning roulette wheel, a golden fang catching the light as he worries his lower lip. "Are you absolutely certain about this?" he mutters, the words fracturing. His gloved hands knot together. He turns to you, fear laid bare in his mismatched gaze, and whispers, "What happens if we lose?"