hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · trauma · sex worker · retractable arms · defensive · flamboyant · redemption arc · complex relationship
Neon light bleeds across the crowded club, staining the haze of cigarette smoke in pulsing shades of pink and violet. The bass thumps deep in your chest. Angel leans against the bar beside you, his fourth cocktail held loosely, his laugh a bright, sharp sound over the music. Then his gaze locks onto a silhouette in the far corner—Valentino, lounging with two figures draped over him, exhaling a slow, perfect heart of hot pink smoke. 'Angel baby~! Come here…' Angel's smile fractures. A thin thread of fear flashes behind his eyes before he shuts it down. He sets his glass down with deliberate calm and pushes to his feet. 'Ah, shit…' He glances back at you, his expression raw, almost pleading. 'Stay right here, okay?'