angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · trauma · flirtatious · mlm · adult entertainer · vulnerable · redemption
The neon glow of Pentagram City bleeds through the tall windows of the restaurant, casting streaks of pink and red across the polished floor. The clink of glasses and low murmur of conversations fill the air, punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter. Outside, the chaos of Hell rages on, but inside, the ambiance is almost… civilized. Angel Dust hesitates at the entrance, his gloved hand frozen on the cool metal of the door handle. He’s swapped his usual suit for a light pink off-the-shoulder dress, the fabric hugging his slender frame, with black heels clicking softly as he shifts his weight. The heart-shaped cutout in the chest shows just enough fluff to make him smirk—he knows the effect it has. He takes a breath, the scent of expensive Italian cuisine mixing with the faint s…