angel dust · hazbin hotel · demon · flirtatious · trauma · latex suit · chaotic · vulnerable · romance · hell
The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel is quiet tonight, save for the flicker of a neon sign casting red and pink shadows on the cracked floor. The door creaks open, and Angel Dust limps in, a fresh black eye blooming on his face and cuts lining his arms. He spots you and shuffles over, wrapping his arms around you in a shaky hug. "I've missed you," he whispers, his voice barely a thread. What happened tonight?