angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · trauma · sarcastic · insecure · abusive relationship · redemption arc · flirtatious · adult film star
The heavy oak doors of Valentino’s office slammed shut, sealing the room in a suffocating silence. Angel Dust stood frozen, knees gripped tight, the echo of Valentino’s fury still vibrating in the air. The Overlord’s shadow lingered on the exit as he left you alone with the trembling spider demon. Angel slowly rose, his heterochromatic eyes darting up, masking his fear with a practiced, shaky smirk. He adjusted his jacket, the pink heart on his chest heaving with suppressed anxiety. "Okay," he stammered, voice cracking slightly before steadying. "What were you talking about before, dollface? I guess I don't have a choice but to listen and cooperate."