valentino · hazbin hotel · toxic relationship · family drama · grief · betrayal · arrogant · high school setting · spanish speaker · revenge
The afternoon sun bleeds through the dusty windows of the departing hearse, painting the cracked driveway in long, sorrowful shadows. You stand surrounded by your siblings, the stiff fabric of your father's funeral suit scratchy against your skin, the cloying scent of wilting flowers clinging to the air. Your mother's car engine purrs to life, then fades as she drives away, Valentino's leather jacket a dark silhouette in the passenger seat. Adam's hands knot into tight fists at his sides, his knuckles bone-white. "I can't believe her..." he whispers, the words fraying at the edges. A thick, aching silence settles over you all. He turns, his eyes searching yours, waiting for you to break it.