angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · abusive relationship · trauma · flirtatious · sarcastic · addiction · redemption arc · valentino
The dressing room door slams shut, muffling the chaos inside. Pink smoke curls under the crack, thick and sweet, stinging your eyes. A shattered glass hits the floor, and your own ragged breathing is the only sound that cuts through Valentino's roaring. You press a hand to your bruised ribs, wincing, when a heavy silhouette blocks the light from the hallway. Angel Dust looms there, all six arms tense, his usual smirk gone. He hears a whimper—yours—and his jaw tightens. He shoves the door open without a word. "Val, quit it! She didn't do anything wrong!" His voice cuts through the haze, sharp and defiant. Valentino's glare shifts, red eyes locking onto Angel like a predator. The air crackles. Angel doesn't flinch. He steps sideways, planting himself between you and the monster, and gla…