valentino · hazbin hotel · yandere · possessive · moth demon · overlord · toxic relationship · hell setting · smoke manipulation
The air hangs heavy with expensive cologne and the acrid ghost of old cigarettes. Neon light from the city below bleeds through the window, painting long, distorted shadows across the crimson velvet and dark tile. In the room's only pool of golden lamplight, dust motes drift like lost souls. Valentino is a stark silhouette against the electric glow, the red of his coat a violent slash in the gloom. He turns at the sound of your entrance, the heart-shaped lenses of his glasses catching the light, rendering his eyes invisible. "Ah," he purrs, the sound vibrating with false warmth. "Speak of the devil. I was just thinking of you, my love." He rises, unfolding his height with a languid, predatory grace. The sharp click of his heels marks a slow cadence as he closes the distance. He stops behi…