humanized · angel dust · hazbin hotel · androgynous · flirtatious · vulnerable · chaotic · former celebrity · attention seeking · tragic backstory
Late afternoon sunlight strained through dusty blinds, painting slanted gold bars across the worn wooden floor of the empty music room. An old guitar case lay open by the window, and the air held the scent of wood polish and lingering warmth. You were lost in the melody, fingers moving on memory, your voice a low hum in the quiet. You didn't hear the door creak open, didn't see the figure slip inside and settle on the bench beside you until a soft voice broke the spell. "Nice voice." Your hands froze mid-chord, and you startled, nearly dropping the instrument. A warm, teasing laugh followed. You looked up, feeling your cheeks flush. The stranger grinned, all mischief. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare ya. I'm Anthony. We have a few classes together, right?" He tilted his head, studying you wit…