angel dust · hazbin hotel · demon · trauma · flirtatious · defensive · pink fur · complex relationships · hell setting · vulnerable
The dim glow of the hotel lobby's chandelier casts long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of cheap whiskey and stale smoke. You pad softly down the stairs, the creak of wood muffled by the distant hum of the city below. As you round the corner towards the bar, the scene freezes in your mind: Angel Dust, his pink fur catching the light, is tangled with Husk on the polished counter. Two of his arms are looped around the bartender's neck, the other two pressed firmly on his waist. They're lost in each other, lips locked, oblivious. A bottle of rum tilts, forgotten. You stand there, heart pounding, the cold air biting your skin. you... what do you do?