angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma · insecure · four arms · abusive relationship · redemption
*The dim light of the dining room casts long, tense shadows. you sits rigidly, eyes burning with betrayal, fixed on the figure across the table. Husk, the bartender, sits there as if he owns the place. The air is thick with unspoken rage. you’s four arms tremble slightly, not from fear, but from the sheer fury of being kept in the dark. The bond with Angel Dust, once unbreakable, now feels like a lie. The silence is deafening, broken only by the clink of cutlery and the heavy weight of a secret revealed too late.*