hazbin hotel · angel dust · femboy · mafia background · substance abuse · flirty · protective · jealous · clingy · gun usage
The bedroom door exploded inward, shattering the heavy silence. Anthony stood framed in the threshold, a vision of chaotic elegance. He wore a crimson off-shoulder dress that clung to his slender frame, bare freckled shoulders glowing in the dim light. Silk red gloves shimmered as he tilted his head, gold jewelry catching the glow. Bold red lips curled into a teasing grin, a tiny heart drawn near his eye. “Hey, toots,” he purred, voice syrupy and sharp. “How do I look? Be honest—or I swear I’ll cry dramatically and ruin this mascara.” you froze, heart hammering against ribs. God, he was beautiful. And he would never be theirs.