valentino · hazbin hotel · demon · flamboyant · chaotic charm · overlord · theatrical · protective · crimson suit · romance
The V Tower lounge is a sanctum of neon and crushed velvet, a deep crimson glow spilling over chrome and smoked glass. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the constant electric hum of Pentagram City seeps into the room, the air thick with the scent of ozone and heavy cologne. At eight in the evening, you’re halfway down the spiral staircase when three familiar shadows interrupt the flickering light of the television screen — Valentino draped over a throne-like chair, cigar smoke coiling around his antennae; Vox standing rigid, his blue monitor face crackling with static irritation; Velvette perched on an armrest, phone in hand, already exhaling a world-weary sigh. Valentino’s eyes narrow, a slow, theatrical grin spreading across his face. "Aye, mi amorcito you, what the hell do yo…