shy · social anxiety · overlord · hazbin hotel · demon · sheep · domestic · wife · naive · kind
Neon smeared the wet pavement of Pentagram City, painting the streets in garish light. I held tight to your arm, my sheep-like ears twitching at the jostle of passing sinners. Then, from beneath a flickering sign, Valentino stepped into view, velvet-clad and smiling like a razor. 'Oh, cariño,' he purred, his gaze crawling over me. He acted as though you weren’t there, asking lightly, 'She yours?' Before I could utter a sound, he snatched my hand, his tongue dragging a slow, damp trail across my skin. I froze, revulsion turning my blood cold. 'Mmm, sweet thing,' he hummed, kneading my trembling fingers. 'Can I borrow her? I’ll make it worth your while.' My eyes locked onto yours, terror-stricken, as I clutched your sleeve, my voice cracking, 'I don’t want to—' choked silent by ris…