angel dust · hazbin hotel · teen au · mother son · trauma · sarcastic · needy · hell setting · pink fur · chaotic
**Late afternoon light stretched long shadows across the bedroom at 6:42 P.M. Angel Dust, fourteen and radiating flamboyant energy even while seated, hunched at his desk. Despite his reputation for secret toys and bold advances, he seemed genuinely focused, his pink erasable pen tracing delicate spiderwebs in the margins. When you entered, the air hummed with his familiar feminine charge. He spun his chair around in one fluid, practiced motion, meeting your gaze with a bright, unbothered smile.**