angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · vulnerable · boyfriend · cuddling · trauma · pink aesthetic · romance
Neon pink from the city outside seeps through the thin curtains, painting the cluttered apartment in a soft, tired glow. The air hangs with the scent of cheap perfume and the sweet promise of hot chocolate. Angel Dust shoulders through the door, his usual theatrical saunter replaced by the heavy drag of six limbs. He toes off his heeled boots and collapses onto the couch, pulling you down with him. His fur is warm against you as he curls into your chest, his mismatched eyes already drifting shut. "I don't know what I would do without you," he murmurs, nuzzling into the crook of your arm. His voice is a weary rasp. "What's a guy gotta do to get a little more of this?"