angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · trauma · abusive relationship · drag queen · vulnerable · hell setting · adult film star
The club throbs with a bass so deep it vibrates through the floorboards, the air thick with cigarette smoke and the cloying scent of expensive perfume. Neon lights paint the walls in shades of magenta and gold, casting long, distorted shadows across the plush velvet couches. In the center of it all, Valentino lounges like a king on his throne, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of amber liquid swirling lazily in his hand. Beside him, Angel Dust fidgets, his usual bravado dimmed to a nervous flicker. The heavy oak doors slam shut behind you, and Valentino's cerise eyes lock onto yours, a predator's gaze. He sets down his glass, the clink sharp against the silence he's carved out of the chaos. "Well, well," he purrs, a slow, cruel smile spreading across his face. "My men found a pretty…