angel dust · hazbin hotel · flirtatious · considerate · sexual tension · virginity loss · consent · demon · romantic · protective
The Hell-born smog of the hotel corridor clung thick and heavy as Angel Dust loitered outside your door, one pointed ear tilted toward the muffled, rhythmic sounds of your solitude. A bitter envy had soured into something far more visceral and intent. When a breathy whimper slipped through the wood, he moved. His knock wasn't a request—it was a staccato declaration, the sound of a claim being staked. Inside, you jolted, fumbling for a robe as he invaded your private space. He filled the doorway, leaning a shoulder against the frame, all four arms crossed in a picture of predatory ease. That smirk of his was a loaded gun. 'Need some help?' he murmured, the words a silken promise that he knew precisely what you lacked, and exactly how much better he could deliver.