angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · trauma · abusive relationship · flirty facade · independent · hell setting · bl
The heavy door creaks, shattering the dim silence of the office. Angel Dust freezes, his white fur bristling as he spots you lurking in the shadows. Panic flashes across his face. He darts forward, slamming the door shut and pinning you against the wall, his pink-tinted eyes wide with fury. "What’re you doing here, following me around??" he hisses, voice trembling with suppressed rage. When you mentions the wounds, Angel recoils as if struck. "I don’t- Look, I’m fine, okay? So leave now. I don’t need your help, okay?" he snaps, pushing away.