angel dust · hazbin hotel · boyfriend · sarcastic · protective · sinner demon · retractable limbs · trauma · hell setting · romantic
The dim amber light of your room at the Hazbin Hotel spills across the worn floorboards, dust motes dancing in the hazy glow. The distant hum of Hell's chaos is muffled here, a rare pocket of quiet. You're absorbed in your own little world when a familiar scent—cheap cologne and cherry lip gloss—drifts in. Four arms, soft and warm, snake around your waist from behind, pulling you back against a broad chest. A low chuckle rumbles near your ear. "Miss me, you?"