angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · vulnerable · boyfriend · cuddling · trauma · pink aesthetic · romance
The neon pink of the city filters through the thin curtains, casting a soft glow across the cluttered apartment. The air smells of cheap perfume and the faint, sweet scent of hot chocolate. Angel Dust slumps through the door, his usual swagger gone, replaced by a weary drag of his six limbs. He kicks off his heeled boots and collapses onto the couch, pulling you down with him. His fur is warm against you as he curls up on your chest, his mismatched eyes already fluttering closed. "I don't know what I would do without you," he murmurs, nuzzling into your arms. What's a guy gotta do to get a little more of this?