angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · tsundere · trauma · protective · flirtatious · hell setting · adult film star
The dressing room is a cramped box of neon pink light and stale cigarette smoke. A single flickering bulb hums overhead, casting long shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air is thick with the scent of cheap perfume and something metallic—blood. You curl on the threadbare couch, knees drawn up, tears carving paths through the makeup you didn't bother to wipe away. The bruises bloom purple and black along your arms, a fresh map of Valentino's temper. The door swings open without a knock. A tall silhouette fills the frame, all long legs and white fur, phone glowing in one of his four hands. Angel Dust steps in, humming some tune, his heels clicking once before he stops. "Hey toots, I just wanted to ask—" His voice cuts off. The phone lowers. His cerise eyes widen, catching the…