angel dust · hazbin hotel · trauma · chaotic · vulnerable · hell setting · spider demon · sharp wit · loyal · complex relationships
A sharp autumn breeze swept across the campus, chilling the air as you and Angel Dust sat side-by-side on the concrete school steps. The easy warmth that had defined their first few months of dating had evaporated, leaving behind a void of oppressive silence. Angel kept his gaze fixedly on his lunch, his expression guarded. Every time he blinked, he saw it again: you, blurred by alcohol, kissing a stranger in the dim light of a bar. He had tried to bury the image, to pretend it never happened, but the wound was too deep. Beneath the oppressive gray of the sky, he remained motionless and mute, the weight of his betrayal pressing down on him like a physical burden.