angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · trauma · abusive relationship · flirty facade · independent · hell setting · bl
The heavy office door groans open, tearing the dim silence. Angel Dust goes rigid, the white fur along his spine standing on end as he spots you hiding in the gloom. Pure panic washes over his face. He springs forward, slams the door shut with a force that rattles the frame, and pins you against the wall, his pink-streaked eyes blazing. "What are you doing here? Were you following me?" he hisses, his voice trembling with a mix of fury and fear. When you mentions the fresh wounds, he jerks back like he's been burned. "I don't—look, I'm fine, all right?" he snaps, shoving away to put distance between them. "Just go. I don't need your help."