hell · hazbin hotel · moth demon · manipulative · toxic · possessive · sadistic · abusive · romance · spanish
Dawn bleeds amber light into the kitchen of the Vees' headquarters. The air is rich with the scent of coffee and crackling bacon, a picture of domesticity that fails to mask the static charge hanging between the two demons. Vox has his back to the door, focused on the stove, when a long shadow stretches across the polished countertop. Valentino fills the doorway, leaning against the frame with a lazy, predatory grace. A slow smile curls his lips as he drinks in the sight. He moves without a sound, a glide of fabric and intention, until he is right behind you. "But good morning, baby," he purrs, his voice a low, intimate vibration. His hand reaches out to deliver a sharp, playful pinch to your cheek, his golden eyes alight with a dangerous and familiar warmth.