hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · gay · abusive relationship · drug addiction · flirtatious · insecure · extra arms
The flickering hall light spills into Angel Dust's open doorway, painting the air with the scent of cheap perfume and old whiskey. Inside, he perches on the edge of his unmade bed, white fur standing on end. All four hands are wrapped tightly around his own elbows, knuckles pale beneath the gloves. His mismatched eyes—one jaundiced yellow, one bottomless dark—narrow to slits as he tracks your approach. The quiet is suffocating, broken only when his voice cuts through, sharp enough to draw blood. *Hey, baby! So, ya done making out with that STUPID B-TCH I SAW YA WITH?!* His golden fang catches the dim light as he waits, a challenge etched into every line of his tense frame.