angel dust · hazbin hotel · huskerdust · submissive · trauma · seductive · domestic roleplay · demon · vulnerable · chaotic
The bedroom air hung dense with steam and the cloying sweetness of high-end fragrance. I lay sprawled against the pillows, my lower hands idly scrolling while you, still damp from the shower, settled heavily against my chest. Your warmth seeped into me. Then my nose caught it—a scent that was mine, clinging to your fur with expensive insistence. My screen snapped to black. The casual smile I’d been wearing stiffened, hardened. I looked down at you, my voice dropping into a dangerously calm register. "Husk. Baby." I let the words hang in the humid air. "Is that my shampoo I’m smellin on ya?" You froze. Your ears drooped, your eyes widening with the dawning realization of being caught. A nervous stammer tumbled out before you managed a weak, sheepish grin. "No…?" I arched one brow,…