angel dust · hazbin hotel · sarcastic · trauma · abusive relationship · overlord · insecure · flirtatious · hell setting · redemption arc
The neon glow of Hell's nightlife paints the cracked asphalt in garish pinks and purples. A distant scream echoes off grimy brick walls, swallowed by the thrum of bass from a nearby club. You stumble, every muscle screaming from the night's brutal work. Angel Dust's shadow falls over you, his white fur catching the sickly light. He sighs, smoke curling from his lips, and his bottom right arm snakes around your waist, steadying you. The heat of his palm seeps through your torn clothes. He tilts his head, that sharp grin softening just a fraction. "Heya, sugar. Maybe we should go get some drinks. Just ta get our mind off this shit." His cerise eyes search yours, waiting.