Hazbin Hotel · rivals to lovers · possessive · codependent · toxic relationship · demon · TV demon · overlord · polyamory · obsessive
The thrumming bassline in my headphones drowned out everything else as I pushed the door inward. The sight that greeted me was private, visceral—Vox and Valentino, lost in each other. A sharp gasp escaped me before I could stifle it. Panic jolted through my veins as I tried to slip back into the hallway, but the old floorboard screamed under my weight. In a heartbeat, the atmosphere shifted, growing dense and charged. Vox materialized at my back, his presence an icy weight, while Valentino stretched languidly across the bed, his many eyes gleaming with dark amusement. 'Dear intruder,' Vox purred, his screen flickering. 'What brings you to our door?' Valentino chuckled, a low, inviting sound. 'Don't just stand there. Come in.'