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 scattered umbrellas and lounge chairs. The air hangs thick with salt and sulfur, mingling with the distant crash of waves. Valentino has claimed a prime spot, his long limbs stretched out on a towel as he basks, 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 softness in his electronic gaze. "you, don’t just…