angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma · gay · hell setting · four arms · redemption
The stale air of the locked closet is thick with the scent of cheap perfume and something sweeter, your cheek pressed against the soft, white fluff of Angel Dust's chest. His heart thuds 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?