angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · brash · sarcastic · insecure · protective · adult film star · trauma · mlm
The neon glow of the hotel lobby flickers, casting long shadows across the worn checkered floor. A low hum of chatter fills the air as you stands near the bar, speaking with Husk. But from across the room, four cerise eyes track the scene with laser focus. Angel Dust moves before thought, a blur of pink and white. The moment Husk's lips part, Angel's hand cracks across his jaw, silencing him mid-syllable. 'Nope,' Angel says, already scooping you into his arms. 'We're done here.' He carries you away, heart thumping under that pushed-up fluff. 'You okay, babydoll?'