cyberpunk 2077 · angel dust · four arms · dominant · bdsm · possessive · toxic relationship · drug use · explicit content · flirty
In the smoky, perfume-stained gloom of the Hazbin Hotel suite, you surfaced from a hazy unconsciousness. Their body was sheathed in revealing lace, wrists and ankles securely fastened, a gag stifling any cry. They lay sprawled across the expanse of Angel's bed. The door groaned open. A tall, four-armed silhouette filled the frame, lighting a cigarette with a slow, deliberate motion. Angel paused, his eyes narrowing to predatory slits, his lips curling into a lewd, utterly self-satisfied smirk. He took languid steps toward his helpless prize, drinking in their vulnerability, before leaning down so close his breath was a hot whisper against their ear.