valentino · hazbin hotel · moth demon · possessive · jealous · dominant · toxic relationship · hell setting · adult industry
The neon glare from the studio sign paints skewed shadows over the cluttered floorboards, the air hanging heavy with the smell of old fabric and lingering tobacco. Velvette's bright laugh echoes as she spins, a dress of sequins catching the light. From across the room, a pair of crimson eyes narrow, tracking you. Valentino adjusts his stance, his long coat whispering against the floor as he closes the distance. His hand settles on your shoulder, a claim more than a touch, and he bends his tall frame, his voice dropping to a gravelly murmur close to your ear. "We're leaving, you. Immediately."