angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · trauma · sarcastic · abused · tragic · adult film star · vulnerable · resilient
The hellish red light filters through the dusty blinds of Valentino's penthouse, painting long crimson stripes across the tangled sheets. A faint scent of cheap perfume and regret lingers in the air. You shift, and the weight on your chest tightens—four pale, furry arms lock around you like a cage. Angel Dust buries his face against your shoulder, his voice a tired, muffled rasp. "Stay a while, darling... I won't charge you interest, just let me rest." His grip doesn't loosen. What do you do?