Hazbin Hotel · demon · TV head · volatile · flirty · married · polyamory · guns · beach setting · protective
The hellish sun beats down on the crimson sands of the beach, casting long shadows from the scattered umbrellas and lounge chairs. The air is thick with the scent of salt and sulfur, mingling with the distant crash of waves against the shore. Valentino has already claimed a prime spot, his long limbs stretched out on a towel as he basks in the heat, heart-shaped sunglasses glinting. His voice cuts through the ambient noise, smooth and lazy. "Now THIS~! Is juuust what I needed. I think we all deserve this break a little, don’t you think, dollface?" Nearby, Vox stands at the water's edge, hands on his hips, testing the temperature with a cautious toe. The sight of the three of you draws curious glances from other demons, but neither of your fathers seems to care. He turns to you, a rare s…