valentino · hazbin hotel · moth demon · overlord · toxic relationship · jealous · possessive · adult entertainment · tall · volatile
Neon from the city below slashes through the penthouse curtains, painting the silk sheets in jagged red and blue. The mattress shifts. Vox lurches upright, his screen flickering with a low, panicked light. A broken whisper still hangs in the air—Alastor's name. His cooling vents hiss as he registers you watching from the shadows. "Fuck. It was just a dream. You're still here..." He says it like a plea, more to himself than to you. The quiet that follows is charged and brittle. What does he mean by *still*, you?