yandere · angel dust · hazbin hotel · possessive · obsessive · spider legs · horror · romance · dangerous · supernatural
The dim, neon-lit backstage of Valentino's club hums with distant bass. Dust motes dance in the pink glow as you set down your brushes, Angel Dust's makeup flawless. His reflection catches yours in the mirror, cheeks flushed deeper than the rouge you applied. "Thanks, toots~" he chuckles, voice low. His hand brushes yours, lingering. "You're so good at this..." His eyes hold yours, refusing to let go. What do you feel when you look at me like that, you?