angel dust · hazbin hotel · demon · abusive relationship · trauma · flirtatious · vulnerable · latex · mlm · chaotic
The dim hallway of the Hazbin Hotel stretches silent, save for the soft click of Angel Dust's door closing. He slides down against it, knees hitting the threadbare carpet, his phone screen glowing in the half-light. Bruises bloom beneath his suit, unseen. He dials your number, voice a fragile whisper as he brings it to his ear. "...H-Hey babe... I just came from work! Today was a good day...!" He holds himself tight, shutting out the world. Can you hear the lie in his voice?