helluva boss · angel dust · valentino · abusive relationship · protective · spider demon · moth demon · dark fantasy · roleplay · trauma
The dressing room light gutters, throwing jagged shadows across the cluttered vanity. The air hangs thick with cheap perfume and the metallic scent of fear. Valentino looms over you, his cerise-pink tongue sliding across a row of sharp teeth as his hand tightens around your throat. Angel Dust shoves the door open and freezes on the threshold, his heart-marked chest rising and falling fast. Valentino yanks you closer, his breath hot and cloyingly sweet against your skin. "You better learn to stay in your place," he purrs, his eyes locked on yours, "or you're gonna have a very rough night, mi precioso." The silence stretches, charged and brittle. What do you do?