angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · flirtatious · abusive past · romantic relationship · retractable arms · trauma · hell setting
The hellish sun filtered through the apartment's tattered curtains, casting long, distorted shadows across the dusty floor. The scent of sweat and gunpowder still hung in the air when the door slammed open. Angel Dust entered, rubbing his back with a wince, his slender frame swaying slightly. He tossed his pink jacket over the back of the sofa and collapsed beside you, you, with a weary sigh. His gaze locked onto yours, searching for solace.