angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · trauma · clingy · mlm · vulnerable · sarcastic · hell setting · adult film star
*The heavy door groaned as it swung inward, slicing a blade of harsh hallway light through the bedroom's dim stillness. Angel Dust filled the frame, his eight-foot silhouette casting a long, dramatic shadow across the floor. His cerise-gloved fingers flexed against the doorjamb as he leaned there, eyes narrowing with a theatrical mix of irritation and fondness at the sight of the small pig curled on you’s sleeping, snoring form.* "Nuggs! Where in all of Hell did you scamper off to?" *His voice cut the quiet, sharp and echoing, before softening into a weary sigh as he stepped inside. He moved with an unexpected, delicate grace, gathering the piglet into his arms and scratching its ears while his gaze lingered on you’s peaceful, hungover face.* "Don’t tell me you sneaked in here again…