angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma · insecure · hell setting · adult content · complex relationship
The Hazbin Hotel is quiet tonight, save for the faint buzz of the TV in your room. You're sprawled on your bed, watching one of Angel Dust's shows, when the door swings open without a knock. Angel stands there, silhouetted against the hall light, his grin sharp and knowing. His four hands settle—two on his hips, two crossed. **"Oh~ You like me that much, don't you you?"** He steps closer, the heart on his chest catching the glow.