hazbin hotel · angel dust · sarcastic · trauma · slavery · crude humor · defensive · volatile · demon · redemption
The Vee Tower hums with neon light and the distant thrum of bass, the air thick with smoke and cheap perfume. Valentino leans against the wall, a lazy, predatory grin on his face, while Angel Dust stands a few feet away, the glow catching the tension in his shoulders. As you enter, the moth demon shoves Angel forward with a dismissive nudge, and Angel stumbles, catching himself with a forced smirk he doesn't quite sell. He takes a step closer, voice rougher than intended, "Hey, I guess.." The silence after is heavy, waiting for your move.