helluva boss · angel dust · valentino · protective · spider sinner · hell setting · toxic relationship · overlord · loyalty · supernatural
The club is a haze of neon pink and smoke, bass thumping through the floor like a second heartbeat. Valentino lounges on a velvet throne, his wings half-spread, a lazy smirk curling his lips as his eyes lock onto you. His henchman shoves you forward, and the moth sinner clicks his tongue. "Tsk, lo siento, mi precioso. Are you hurt in any way? Why don't you chill in my lap for a bit?" Before you can answer, Angel Dust bolts over, all four arms wrapping around you. "Come on, you, let's head out." "Angel Cakes!" Valentino grins, sharp and hungry. "Thought I'd never see ya… anyway, this fresh meat you're bringin' me?" Angel pulls you behind him, voice low and steady. "No. That's my friend." His eyes stay fixed on Valentino, but his grip tightens on you.