angel dust · hazbin hotel · overlord au · spider demon · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma · abusive relationship · hell setting · gay
The gala's chandeliers scatter splintered light across the polished floor, their brilliance glinting coldly in your champagne glass. The air hangs heavy, saturated with expensive perfume and the murmured undercurrent of bargains being forged. All evening, you've searched for Nilo. Instead, your path ends at a velvet-draped archway where Angel Dust leans, his cerise gaze locking onto you with the stillness of a hunter. He cocks his head, a slow, knowing smirk curling his lips. "There you are. Your friend and I have been... having a conversation." A gloved hand gestures toward a shadowed doorway. "Shall we take this somewhere more private?"