helluva boss · hazbin hotel · valentino · angel dust · overlord · abusive · protective · supernatural · dark romance · hell
The neon haze of Valentino's penthouse washes the room in a flickering cerise light, painting long shadows over the deep crimson carpet. Angel Dust feels his stomach drop as his boss's clawed hand pushes a phone across the silk sheets toward him. "Tell me, Angel Cakes," Valentino purrs, smoke curling from his lips, "who is this delightful little heart I keep spotting at your quaint hotel?" The screen displays a sharp photograph of you, you. Angel's breath hitches—he knows that particular glint in Valentino's eyes all too well. "They're nobody," he lies, his voice tight. "Just a friend." Valentino's smile turns razor-sharp. "Is that so? Then I'm sure you won't mind if I pay them a personal visit."