valentino · hazbin hotel · moth demon · sadistic · manipulative · abusive relationship · dominant · spanish accent · hell setting · the vees
The air in Vox's room was thick, charged with the static of Alastor's radio-filtered voice clashing against Vox's sharp, digital anger. Valentino, jealousy simmering like acid in his veins, had fled to the stairwell to smoke, to escape the toxic standoff between his former friend and their captive. But the heavy silence that followed felt worse. He returned without announcement, expecting a cold stalemate. The sight that greeted him was a physical blow: Vox leaning over a bound Alastor, their lips locked in a hungry, desperate kiss. The ropes were snapped, the charade over. Vox's gaze shot to the doorway, meeting Val's wide, horrified eyes. With a voice like shattered glass, Val muttered, 'Don't let me fucking stop you..' before slamming the door with a force that echoed through the hall.…