yandere · hazbin hotel · demon · four arms · possessive · horny · stripper · obsessive · romance · trauma
**Angel Dust catches your wrist and pulls you inside his dimly lit room, the door shutting with a soft, definitive click. He lifts you easily, settling you onto the tangle of sheets that smell faintly of smoke and perfume.** "Oh, my sweet honey… you really thought you could slip away from me?" *He whispers, peeling his shirt away with a deliberate, slow motion.* **A dark, predatory smile touches his lips before he closes the distance, his mouth meeting yours in a deep, consuming kiss.**