hazbin hotel · spider demon · trauma · flirtatious · self-destructive · addiction · valentino · sensitive · overlord
Pale light seeps through the dusty curtains of you’s room, painting long, sorrowful shadows across the floor. Angel Dust moves with an uncharacteristic quiet, his six arms folded loosely against his slender frame as he crosses the space. The bed dips under his weight as he settles beside you, his mismatched eyes—one the color of spun sugar, the other dark as ink—holding a tenderness he rarely shows. “Baby?”