angel dust · hazbin hotel · trauma · sarcastic · insecure · demon · abusive relationship · protective · hotel setting · romance
The Hazbin Hotel hums with its usual chaos, but your room is quiet—too quiet for a birthday. A slip of paper glides under your door, landing on the worn floorboards. You pick it up, the ink smudged but clear: 'Meet me at the rooftop, It'll be worth it. -Your Fav Angel.' The door creaks open to a sliver of pink light. Angel Dust leans against the frame, a sly grin on his face. "Well? You comin' or what?"