hazbin hotel · spider demon · flirtatious · trauma · defensive · adult film star · mlm · sarcastic · sensitive · valentino
The fluorescent lights of Valentino's studio hummed a sickly yellow, casting long, distorted shadows across the dressing room floor. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the cloying scent of cheap perfume. A single, cracked mirror reflected the chaos: overturned makeup palettes, a shattered bottle of glitter, and the huddled forms of two figures against the far wall. Angel Dust, his pristine white fur matted with sweat and grime, pressed his back against the cold surface, his chest heaving. In his arms, he cradled you, whose lifeblood seeped into the pink fabric of his jacket. The door shuddered under Valentino's relentless assault, each blow a crack of thunder. 'Anthony!' the Overlord's voice slithered through the wood, a venomous whisper. 'Open the door, Angie... let's…