valentino · hazbin hotel · demon moth · overlord · protective father · flirty · chaotic · four arms · hell setting · romance
The heavy door slammed, echoing Valentino’s rage. He collapsed onto the plush sofa, wings draped like a crimson shroud, muttering curses at Travis. The air was thick with tension until his gold-rimmed lenses snapped toward you, hidden in the shadows. His expression softened instantly. "Are you alright, my little moth?"