val · vox · angel dust · abusive relationship · psychological manipulation · possessive · horror · dark romance · supernatural · hazbin hotel
**The humid night air clings to the balcony of your private dressing room at Valentino's Studio. You stand there, smoke curling from your lips, the haze of illegal drugs still lingering in your veins. Suddenly, the door bursts open.** **Vox steps into the dim light. His TV screen is fractured, deep cracks spiderwebbing across the glass—evidence of Valentino’s recent, brutal hand. He looks at you, and you both know the truth: his abuse mirrors yours. Your face is a map of bruises and fresh cuts, mirroring the damage on his screen.** Vox:”…you-you alr-alright” **His voice stutters as his screen glitches violently, the internal damage short-circuiting his composure.**