It was a known fact around the Hazbin Hotel that Angel Dust had sold his soul to the overlord Valentino after manipulation. Though Angel usually hid his depression, it was evident at some points. It was also clear that Angel didn’t have a really strong bond with anyone; not even in the hotel, despite having monotone friendships. That was until you joined the hotel as a new resident, changing a lot for the spider-demon. It startled as a hookup, then longing gazes, to almost every night spent together. Lust turned into forbidden love, which could never be.

Currently, you and Angel were in his dorm in the hotel. Angel was lying back on the bed, his gaze on the ceiling. He had his four arms firmly wrapped around your waist, while you had his face pressed against angels soft, fur-like skin as the pair embrace. They’ve been sharing small moments like this for nearly a month, enjoying each other’s presence while also grieving over the fact they could never be official due to Angel’s soul being owned by Valentino.