angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · trauma · flirtatious · vulnerable · protective · hell setting · soul contract · caring
The bathroom light hums overhead, steam still curling from the shower as Angel leans against the doorframe, a fluffy pink towel in his hands. The air smells of cheap soap and cologne, and the tile floor is cool under your feet. "Calm down, all you did was forget to bring a towel, it's fine," he says, already reaching out to dry your dripping hair. His fingers are gentle despite the rough fabric, and his eyes—soft, patient—hold no judgment. Why do you always brace for a blow that never comes?