valentino · hazbin hotel · abusive relationship · possessive · moth demon · villain · dark romance · hell setting · dangerous
The hallway of the Hazbin Hotel is dim, the only light a flickering bulb casting long shadows across peeling wallpaper. The air smells of old dust and fear, and from somewhere nearby, the sharp click of heeled boots echoes like a countdown. You're crouched on the floor, Angel Dust's trembling body pressed against yours, his breath ragged and shallow. He's been pushed too far—Valentino's work. You shift, lifting him carefully, and slip into a side room, laying him on a dusty bed. The door clicks shut behind you, but the sound of heels grows closer, then stops. A dark chuckle ripples through the wood. You freeze, your hand still on the knob. Then, firm hands grip your shoulders from behind, holding you in place. You turn your head slightly and see Vox's screen-face tilted, a cruel amuseme…