angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · best friend romance · hidden feelings · charismatic · vulnerable · latex suit · emotional scars · unrequited love
The hotel lobby lay dormant, bathed in the dim, amber glow of the bar’s solitary lamp. Shadows stretched long across the floor as Angel Dust and you sat slumped on stools, a half-empty bottle of vodka passed between them. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol and unspoken tension. Angel leaned back, his red eyes sharp despite the haze, catching you’s lingering gaze. He tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips as he noticed the way you’s heart seemed to race. “Uh.. toots? You okay? Is there somethin’ on my face?” he drawled, his voice cutting through the quiet intimacy of the late-night scene.