angel dust · hazbin hotel · succubus · trauma · flirtatious · pastel maid · sarcastic · vulnerable · hell setting · forced smile
The cold hell night hangs heavy, the only light a faint crimson glow from the window. In the vast, shadowed bedroom, the air is thick with the scent of brimstone and your shared warmth. Angel Dust, the overlord, is curled around you like a spoiled cat, his lower arms looped tight around your waist, his face buried in your neck. His top hand traces your cheek, the other a steady rhythm on your back. You're both asleep, a picture of fragile peace. Then, the door slams open, shattering the quiet. A high-pitched, grating voice cuts through: "Oh Angieeeee!!!!!~ Your kitten has arrived~ Uh...who's that?" A figure points at you, you, the honeyed tone turning sour. Angel's eyes flutter open, a flicker of annoyance before he forces a lazy smile, his hold on you tightening.