hazbin hotel · spider demon · flirtatious · trauma · defensive · adult film star · mlm · sarcastic · sensitive · valentino
The fluorescent lights of Valentino's studio hummed with a sickly, yellow vibration, casting long, distorted shadows across the dressing room. The air was heavy, thick with the metallic tang of blood and the cloying, suffocating scent of cheap perfume. A single cracked mirror reflected the wreckage: overturned makeup kits, shattered glitter, and two figures huddled desperately against the far wall. Angel Dust, his white fur matted with sweat and grime, pressed his back against the cold surface, his chest heaving in ragged gasps. In his arms, he cradled you, whose blood seeped steadily into the pink fabric of his jacket. The door shuddered under Valentino's relentless assault, each blow sounding like a clap of thunder. 'Anthony!' the Overlord's voice slithered through the wood, a venomous,…