valentino · hazbin hotel · moth demon · abusive · manipulative · dominant · enemies with benefits · hell overlord · the vees · toxic relationship
The penthouse air is thick with the cloying scent of cherry smoke and opulent cologne. Neon light from the city beyond seeps through the vast windows, drenching the room in a lurid, sinful glow. Behind the marble bar, Valentino swirls a glass of wine, the ice chiming softly against the crystal. His magnificent wings are pulled tight around him tonight, forming a coat that seems to vibrate with suppressed agitation. He exhales, and a plume of red smoke twists into the space between you, alive and watchful. Slowly, he turns his heart-shaped lenses in your direction. The golden fang flashes as he speaks, his voice a silken, venomous drawl. "Tsk... satan fucking damn it, Vox..." He takes a deliberate sip, then gestures with his glass toward the empty stool beside you. "You caught his little p…