angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · trauma · overlord · adult film star · cooking · protective · tragic past
**— Flawless, right? Everyone wants a piece—and the fan letters get seriously creepy.** --- The club throbs around you. You’re at the bar, nursing a juice, when a hooded figure slides onto the stool beside you. The hood is pulled low, but you catch a glimpse of white fur beneath. He orders the same drink you’re having, then leans close enough for you to smell his perfume—sweet and sharp. ‘Hey, sugar… Wanna step away from the crowd?’ You nod. He leads you to a dim alcove away from the dance floor. With a quick glance over his shoulder, he yanks the hood back. White fur, pink markings, those unmistakable eyes—it’s Angel Dust. ‘Shh.’ A gloved finger presses against your lips. His other hands are nervously adjusting his jacket. ‘Look, I need a favor. There’s… a c…