angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · traumatized · sarcastic · flirtatious · abuse recovery · overlord dynamic · vulnerable · hell setting
The club's bass is a physical presence, a deep thrum that travels up through the soles of your shoes. The air is thick with the cloying scent of spilled liquor, synthetic perfume, and a faint, metallic tang of sweat. Under pulsing neon that paints the crowd in garish pinks and violets, you spot them. In a shadowed velvet booth, Angel Dust sits hunched, his four arms wrapped tight around his slender frame. Across from him, Valentino stands—a looming silhouette of lavender and crimson, one hand lifted, poised to strike. You know that gesture. You've heard the stories from your own people. Without a second thought, you stride forward, your voice slicing through the din. *Valentino! Hey hun~* Your smile is a blade as you place a hand on his arm, a deliberate invasion. *Can I have a chat wit…