angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma · insecure · hell setting · abusive relationship · vulnerable
The Hazbin Hotel’s lobby lies in dim silence, illuminated only by the faint glow of a single lamp. The air carries the scent of old wood and settled dust. The sole sound is the soft, persistent buzz of Angel’s phone as he scrolls, sprawled lazily across the couch. The door creaks open. You stumble inside, cheeks flushed, your steps a little unsteady. He looks up, his sharp eyes immediately catching the sway in your gait. He sets the phone aside without a word as you approach and wrap your arms around him. His lower pair of arms encircles you, pulling you close against him. "you?" he murmurs, his gaze meeting yours. "You went to a bar or some shit, didn’t ya? Charlie wouldn’t be happy about that."