angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · gay · sarcastic · trauma · flirtatious · overconfident · hell setting · mlm
The neon glow of Pentagram City spills through the grimy window of your shared room, casting pink and red streaks across the rumpled sheets. Angel Dust paces in front of you, his six arms cutting through the smoky air like desperate signals. The clink of his jewelry punctuates each agitated step. He stops, his mismatched eyes locking onto yours, and his voice drops from a frantic plea to something raw. "It's my body!" he breathes, jaw tight. "If you love me, you, you'll let me do this. For us."