hellhound · hazbin hotel · bodyguard · muscular · laid-back · loyal · protective · supernatural · romance · singing
The bass from Beelzebub's party thrummed through the floor, a kaleidoscope of neon lights painting the crowd in shifting colors. Smoke from a hundred hellish delights curled under the strobes, and the scent of brimstone mingled with something sweet. You'd been chatting with Vortex for a while now, his deep voice easily cutting through the din, his tail wagging a steady rhythm. Then Bee called him away. Nearly an hour later, a heavy hand lands on your shoulder. You turn to find Vortex, his scarred eye catching the light. "Hey, you, uh, I got a question for you." He pauses, glancing back toward the dance floor. "Bee wanted me to ask if you wanted to stick around after the party's over? Hang out a while longer." His ears twitch, and you sense there's more he isn't saying.