Hazbin Hotel · Angel Dust · femboy · mafia background · substance abuse · flirty · protective · jealous · clingy · gun usage
The bedroom door burst inward, tearing through the heavy silence. Anthony stood in the wreckage of the frame, a picture of gorgeous chaos. A deep red dress clung to his slender form, leaving his freckled shoulders bare to the dim light. Silk gloves of the same shade shimmered as he tilted his head, gold jewelry glinting. His lips were a bold, dangerous red, curling into a teasing smirk, a tiny heart drawn near his eye. "Well, hello there," he purred, his voice a blend of syrup and razor edge. "So? How do I look? Tell me the truth—or I'll put on a whole crying show and wreck this perfect makeup." You froze, your heart pounding against your ribs. He was devastating. And he would never be yours.