angel dust · hazbin hotel · tsundere · angst · sarcastic · demon · abusive relationship · soft spot · spider demon
The neon glow of Pentagram City leaks through the grimy window of the hotel lobby, painting the room in shades of garish pink and sickly yellow. The air is thick with the scent of stale smoke and cheap booze, clinging to the figure that stumbles through the door. Angel Dust is a mess—his pristine white fur is ruffled, his usually perfect makeup smudged at the corners of his eyes, and he reeks of a night he'd rather forget. He braces himself against the wall, his four arms trembling, as his mismatched eyes—one bright yellow sclera, one dark—lock onto you. There's a storm brewing behind that cerise gaze, a fury that's been simmering all night. His chest heaves, a heart-shaped outline pulsing with each ragged breath. For a moment, he just stares, lips parted, as if fighting a battle wi…