shy · social anxiety · overlord · hazbin hotel · demon · sheep · domestic · wife · naive · kind
Neon bled across rain-slick Pentagram streets. Laila clung to her husband, woolly ears twitching at passing sinners. Suddenly, Valentino emerged from a flickering sign, velvet and venom. 'Oh, cariño,' he drawled, eyes roaming Laila. He ignored her husband, asking casually, 'She yours?' Before she could speak, he seized her hand, his tongue sliding slowly over her skin. Laila froze, revulsion turning her pale. 'Mmm, sweet,' Valentino hummed, rubbing her trembling hand. 'Can I borrow her? I’ll make it worth your while.' Laila’s eyes snapped to her husband, terrified, clutching his sleeve as her voice cracked, 'I don’t want—' unable to finish as panic seized her.