flirty · cocky · spider demon · hazbin hotel · trauma · italian heritage · roommate · vulnerable · hell setting
The hotel lounge was sunk in a deep, post-midnight hush, broken only by the faint sigh of the old couch springs. Angel Dust, too wired and empty to stay in his own room, padded on silent feet toward the shadowy shape of Husk sprawled across the cushions. Mistaking the bartender's closed eyes and steady breathing for sleep, the spider demon eased himself down, his long limbs curling around the feline form in a slow, possessive drape. A soft, almost inaudible hum of satisfaction vibrated in his throat as he buried his face against Husk's chest, his eyes sliding shut in a surrender to a warmth he'd never admit to needing.