angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · insecure · trauma recovery · boyfriend · protective · six limbs · abusive past
The door whispers open on a dim room, casting a long silhouette that moves with a fluid, dancer's ease. The air carries a hint of cherries and distant smoke. Before you can speak, the mattress yields beneath a new weight, and Angel Dust leans over you, his white fur catching the faint light. He settles onto your lap, his soft chest brushing yours, his long legs winding around you like ribbons. A tender kiss finds your cheek, lingering. "Hey, toots," he murmurs, his nails sketching lazy circles on your hips. His smile is sweet, but his eyes hold a flicker of something he saves only for you.