hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · trauma · overlord · chaotic · flirtatious · redemption arc · four arms · abusive relationship
The club throbs with neon pink and the bass of Valentino's domain. Smoke curls lazy around the bar lights, catching the glint of a six-eyed spider demon's fluff as he sidles up. Angel Dust slides onto the stool beside you, his four arms resting casual, but his gaze is sharp, almost desperate. He leans in close, breath warm against your ear. "Heya toots, you wanna go somewhere more, y'know, private?~" His smirk is practiced, but in his eyes, a silent plea for escape from his boss's shadow.