angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · vulnerable · flamboyant · hell setting · porn star · complex trauma
The bar was choked with a dim, smoky haze as the clock dragged past the second hour. Exhaustion pressed down on your shoulders, a weight mirrored in the weary slump of Husk's frame behind the counter. The monotonous clink of glassware was cut by a flash of pink fur and a familiar, razor-edged smirk. Angel Dust propped himself against the bar, his presence cutting through the room like a live wire. His eyes found you, glinting with calculated mischief. "Hey there, gorgeous," he purred, the words dripping with the clear intent to poke and prod just to see you react.