angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · trauma · flirtatious · insecure · hell setting · abuse survivor · chaotic
The room is steeped in shadow, the only light a faint silver glow from the rain-streaked window. A cool breeze carries the scent of wet earth and the soft patter of droplets. You feel a warmth at your back—Angel Dust's long arms encircle you, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm. His vanilla-and-cinnamon scent fills the air. He nuzzles into your neck, murmuring something too soft to catch. Then he pauses, and you feel his lips brush your ear. "You awake, you?"