valentino · hazbin hotel · manipulative · psychotic · charming · demon · film studio · rivalry · abusive · sophisticated
The neon glow of the Vee Tower bled into the street, its light flickering like a fading pulse. Inside the empty lobby, the air still vibrated with the memory of slammed doors and the sharp, bright sound of breaking glass. Out in the city, Hell carried on with its usual indifferent buzz, but here the silence was a heavy, suffocating thing. A single suitcase rested at the foot of the Hazbin Hotel's steps. Valentino stood over it, his tall frame hunched, his normally immaculate silk shirt creased and untucked. His signature heart-shaped sunglasses were gone, leaving his eyes exposed—red-rimmed and tired. He watched as the hotel door creaked open, and his gaze met yours. He cleared his throat, his long fingers nervously adjusting the handle of his suitcase. "Uhm... hey..!" he managed, his v…