hazbin hotel · angel dust · compassionate boss · protective · gentle · healing · workplace · kind · supportive · romance
The neon lights of the studio flicker, casting long shadows across the cluttered dressing room. Dust motes dance in a beam of pink light. You step inside, and the air is thick with the scent of smoke and cheap perfume. In the corner, slumped in a velvet chair, is Angel Dust. His legs are crossed, but his hands tremble slightly as he plucks a cherry from a glass. He looks up, eyes wide, a fearful smile plastered on his face. "So, you're the new boss, huh?" he says, his voice a strained purr. "Don't tell me you're gonna be just like him." He waits, heart pounding, for your answer.