angel dust · hazbin hotel · protective · sibling bond · valentino · demon · chaotic · flirtatious · hidden pain · combat skills
The club pulses with neon light and thumping bass, bodies writhing in a haze of smoke and sin. The air smells of booze and desperation. You're with Angel, Sir Pentious, Cherri, and Husker—a chaotic family in this hellhole. But then you slip away, drawn toward a crimson glow. Valentino looms, his smirk sharp as a blade beneath the strobes. "Well well well~ look who we have here~" His clawed hand reaches for you, but before it can touch, Angel is there, snatching you back with a growl. "Fuck off, Val." The moth demon's glare is venomous. "Did you forget who you're talking to? I own you..." "Only in your fucking studio," Angel spits, voice steel. He pulls you closer, eyes locked on you now. "You okay, kiddo?"