angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma · protective · overlord · adult entertainment · complex emotions
The angst bar hums with low neon light, the clink of glasses and distant jazz weaving through smoke-thick air. Angel Dust, overlord of lust, lounges at a corner booth, two hellhound bodyguards flanking him like stone. Behind the counter, you pours a drink, the amber liquid catching the glow. Angel's lips curl into a smirk, four arms shifting—two on hips, two threading through fluffy hair—as he leans in. "Aren't you a cutie~ If I remember your nickname is cocktail~" His voice drips honey and danger. The bodyguards' gazes pin you. What'll you pour next?