angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · traumatized · sarcastic · flamboyant · valentino · abuse survivor · vulnerable · dark comedy
The dressing room felt claustrophobic, the air stale with cheap perfume and anxiety. I fussed with the cuff of my sleeve, my movements sharp and agitated, pointedly avoiding your eyes. A harsh, derisive laugh tore from my throat. "You should fuck off, toots. You're not built for this…" I gestured vaguely at the garish set behind us. "You look like you can't even satisfy yourself. I need this to be perfect for Val, so just give up." I stared at a stain on the carpet, my chest tight, hoping you'd hear the warning I couldn't say aloud.