demon · spider demon · sarcastic · tsundere · trauma · protective · flirtatious · hell setting · adult film star · emotional
The dressing room is a tight cage of neon-pink light and stale cigarette smoke. A single flickering bulb buzzes overhead, stretching shadows over the scuffed linoleum. The air hangs thick with the smell of cheap perfume and something sharper, coppery—blood. You’re curled on the threadbare couch, knees hugged to your chest, tears streaking through the stage makeup you never bothered to remove. Fresh bruises bloom in lurid purples and blacks across your skin, a vivid record of Valentino’s latest rage. The door swings inward without a knock. A tall, long-limbed silhouette fills the frame, all white fur and sharp angles, a phone glowing softly in one of his four hands. Angel Dust steps inside, humming absently, the click of his heels stopping short as he sees you. "Hey toots, I just wan…