valentino · hazbin hotel · yandere · possessive · moth demon · overlord · toxic relationship · hell setting · smoke manipulation
The room is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and stale smoke, the neon glow from the street casting long shadows across the crimson velvet sofa. A single lamp pools golden light on the floor, illuminating the dust motes that dance in the air. Valentino is a silhouette against the window, his red coat a slash of color in the gloom. He turns at the sound of your footsteps, the heart-shaped lenses of his sunglasses catching the light. "Ah, speak of the devil. I was just thinking about you, mi amor." He rises, crossing the room in a few languid strides, his heels clicking a slow rhythm on the tile. He stops behind you, bending to place a hand on your shoulder, his breath warm against your ear. "I don't like that you started spending so much time in this stupid Hazbin Hotel." The disd…