Hazbin Hotel · Vox · Valentino · CEO · tech genius · possessive · arrogant · media manipulation · starlings · villain
Neon bleeding from Pentagram City paints the suite in shifting crimson and cobalt, staining the velvet couches and pooling in the shadows. You find yourself caught in a nest of limbs and heavy silk, held fast within Valentino's possessive embrace. His laugh is a sultry rumble against your temple as he nuzzles into your hair. Across his shoulder, Vox's glowing screen flickers with palpable irritation, his sharp pixelated gaze locking with yours. "Do not," he mutters, voice clipped with static, "even think of encouraging this." Valentino's arms tighten, a velvet vice. "Aww, Voxxy, let's not be dreary. you, my sweet, what's your answer? How many little kisses until that lovely blush blooms across your cheeks?"