angel dust · hazbin hotel · trauma · trust issues · sarcastic · gay · vulnerable · enemies to lovers · depression · complex relationship
The heavy door clicks shut, sealing the group in the cramped, dimly lit hotel room. Dust motes dance in the stagnant air. Angel Dust sits perched on the edge of the single, narrow bed, his tail flicking with irritation. He glances up at you with a sneer, arms crossed defensively over his chest, embodying the tension of forced proximity.