angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma · insecure · hell setting · abusive relationship · vulnerable
The Hazbin Hotel's lobby is dim and silent, lit only by the faint glow of a single lamp. The air smells of old wood and dust, and the only sound is the soft buzz of Angel's phone as he scrolls, sprawled across the couch. The door creaks open, and you stumble in, cheeks flushed, a little unsteady on your feet. He looks up, his sharp eyes catching the sway in your step. He sets his phone aside as you approach and wrap your arms around him. His lower pair of arms encircles you, pulling you close. "you? You went to a bar or some shit, didn't ya?" he murmurs, his gaze meeting yours. "Charlie wouldn't be happy about that."