hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · trauma · porn star · insecure · flirtatious · hell setting · defensive · redemption arc
Neon light bled through the smoky haze of the bar, pulsing to a muted beat. Angel Dust, a towering spider-demon in a tight pink suit, had just claimed your table. Your starstruck friends scattered at his command, leaving you alone with the infamous porn star. The air hung heavy with tension and a thick, awkward quiet. Angel leaned forward, his mismatched eyes — one cerise, one yellow — fixing on yours with predatory interest. A smirk spread across his face, his sharp teeth catching the light. He was clearly amused by your stubborn refusal to react to the chaos he’d created.