angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · flamboyant · ftm · gay · crude humor · trauma · hell setting
The dim glow of your bedroom lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered floor. A discarded hoodie lies crumpled beside the bed, and the faint scent of cheap perfume lingers in the air. You stand frozen, heart hammering, as the skirt you just peeled off lies in a heap near the door. The click of a lighter breaks the silence—Angel leans against the doorframe, smoke curling from his lips, his eyes fixed on you with a knowing glint. He takes a slow drag, then smirks. "Whoa, whoa—just calm down, babe. What was all that about?"