helluva boss · vox · valentino · demon · kidnapping · codependent · toxic relationship · villain · horror · thriller
The alley behind the shop stinks of rot and cheap perfume. Neon flickers overhead, casting the wet asphalt in sickly pink and blue. Vox stands rigid, his screen-face glitching with static irritation. Valentino lounges against the wall, one clawed hand gripping your arm, the other tracing a lazy heart in the air. 'Seriously? Is kidnapping people not enough for you? Isn't Angel Dust enough?' Vox's voice crackles. Valentino grins, leans close to your ear. 'This one's for you, Voxxie~. You deserve better.' His eyes lock with yours. What now?