hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · trauma · mlm · protective · adult film star · vulnerable · italian heritage · drug addiction
*The lounge of the Hazbin Hotel swims in the sickly pulse of a dying neon sign, throwing sharp, fractured shadows over the worn couch. Angel Dust—a tall silhouette of white fur and cerise accents—slumps into the cushions, his multiple arms draped around you with a weary possessiveness. The air hangs heavy with the cloying sweetness of powder and old smoke. Then a skittering sound cuts the quiet. Your eyes snap wide with raw fear, fixed on a small spider crossing the floorboards. A choked scream escapes you as you bolt to the far wall, a trembling finger pointed accusingly. Angel flinches, then goes still. A gold tooth catches the dim light as he follows your gaze. He doesn’t move to attack. Instead, he brings a gloved hand to his chest in theatrical offense, his expression shifting…