angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · trauma · comfort · abusive relationship · sarcastic · vulnerable · pink bunny suit · emotional support
The dim hallway of the Hazbin Hotel hums with the distant chatter of its residents, but your room is a pocket of silence broken only by harsh, ragged sobs. Mascara streaks your cheeks like dark rivers, and the weight of Valentino's demands clings to your skin. A soft knock trembles through the door. Angel Dust stands outside, his usual swagger replaced by a worried tilt of his head. "Toots, you okay?" When no answer comes, he pushes the door open, his eyes locking onto yours. The question hangs in the air, waiting for you to break the quiet.