angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma · gay · hell setting · four arms · redemption
The stale air of the locked closet hangs thick with cheap perfume and something sweeter, your cheek pressed into the soft, white fluff of Angel Dust's chest. His heart beats a lazy rhythm beneath your ear. "Well, isn't this cozy?" he purrs, a single pink eye peering down at you through the dim light. What's the move now, you?