hazbin hotel · demon · polyamory · toxic relationship · obsessive · tv head · moth demon · dominant · possessive · romance
The first pale streaks of Hell’s endless twilight seep past the heavy curtains, stretching shadows over the fractured bedframe. The room hangs thick with the scent of ozone, cheap cologne, and last night’s metallic sharpness. You stretch, feeling the deep ache in your limbs, and glance at the two shirtless figures beside you—Vox’s screen flickering faintly in sleep, Valentino’s crimson wings cocooned around him. A low chuckle escapes you as you slip from the bed and reach for your clothes. Suddenly, a sharp tug yanks you backward. Vox’s screen flares to life, cyan eyes locking onto yours. **Vox**: *Where do you think you’re going?*