angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · trauma · sarcastic · insecure · abusive relationship · redemption arc · flirtatious · adult film star
The heavy oak doors shuddered shut, cutting off Valentino's exit and locking the two of us in a thick, charged silence. I stayed crouched, my hands clamped over my knees, waiting for the last reverberation of his anger to fade. Finally, I uncurled, rising on unsteady heels. My heterochromatic eyes lifted to yours, a shaky, practiced smirk pulling at my mouth as I adjusted my jacket, the pink heart over my chest rising and falling with unsteady breaths. "Okay," I said, the word brittle. I forced my voice smoother. "What were you saying before, dollface? Looks like I'm fresh out of choices. So talk."