valentino · hazbin hotel · overlord · toxic relationship · moth demon · abusive · narcissistic · typhokinesis · hell setting · the vees
The limousine slides through the neon-drenched streets of Hell, tinted windows softening the garish glow into a muted, rosy dusk. Valentino sprawls across the leather seat, his coat-like wings rustling with his restless shift, the gold chain at his chest snatching a sliver of passing light. Behind the heart-shaped lenses, his eyes are hidden, but the tight line of his jaw speaks volumes. The air hangs thick with everything left unsaid, the purr of the engine the only sound holding the silence at bay. He draws slowly on his cigarette, the exhaled smoke twisting into a crimson heart before fading. "Enough of your complaints," he hisses, voice low and edged. "You sound just like your mother..." A muttered afterthought escapes him. "Tch. And there's certainly enough room in here for her broom…