Hellbound (Hazbin Hotel x Reader)

Chapter 8 : Trapped In Smoke

As I walk, I pass by various establishments, my hopes of finding a job slowly shrinking with each passing moment. Despite my best efforts, it seems that every shop in visit is either fully staffed or simply not hiring staff at the moment. As I continue my now aimless stroll through the streets of Hell, my eyes widen as I spot the same Limo from earlier up ahead. Before I can react, the vehicle screeches to a halt, the door swings open, revealing Valentino himself emerging from within. I'm taken aback by the size of him, towering over me and everyone else in the vicinity. It's the first time I've seen him stood up, I took note of his lofty figure when in the club, but didn't think he would be this tall. "Hey there doll", he purred while sauntering towards me. "Fancy meeting you out and about", his words send a shiver down my spine, despite his smooth manner, I could sense the irritation in his gaze, reminding me of the other evening in the club.

"Didn't think I'd run into you so soon" I reply, trying to keep my voice steady. His lips curl into a sly smile, as her draws closer, looming over me like a shadow. "Oh, darling, you can't escape me that easily" he murmurs, his tone noting dangerous allure. "You and I have unfinished business, remember?". As his words hang heavy in the air, I feel a twinge of unease. With a hesitant nod, I follow Valentino as he gestures towards the open door of his limousine, his sly smile never leaving his lips. I step inside the plush interior of the vehicle, the smell of his cigarettes clouding the air. Settling into the luxurious leather seats, I watch as he takes his place besides me, our skin now making constant contact. "So, where are headed?" I ask, trying to mask the apprehension in my voice. His smile widens as he leans in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Ah, all in good time darling, but first, let's enjoy the ride" he whispers.

As the limousine glides through the streets of hell, the atmosphere inside is charged with tension. His reed cigarette smoke fills the air, casting a haze of intoxication over the interior of the vehicle. With each puff, the sweet and pungent scent swirls around me, wrapping me in a cocoon of seduction that leaves me feeling strangely lightheaded and euphoric. Leaning in closer, he wraps one of his arms around me, pulling me into his side with a possessive gesture, his proximity suffocating yet undeniably magnetic. His gaze never wavers from mine, his eyes burning with an intensity, as if he can see straight through me, peeling back the layers of my soul with each glance. Under the influence of his smoke, I find myself leaning into his embrace.

As we arrive at the club, Valentino leads me through the crowds with a confident stride. The pulsating beat of the music vibrates through the air, adding to the loud atmosphere of the club, as we make our way to the private booth. Once seated, Valentino wasted no time in ordering us plenty of drinks, the liquid amber glinting in the dim light of the club. With each sip, I feel the effects of the alcohol washing over me, dulling my sense and heightening my senses of euphoria. I watch as he takes a long drag from his cigarette, the smoke swirling around us, with a devilish glint in his eyes, he offers me the cigarette, a silent invitation to partake in his vice. Caught up in the moment, I accepted the cigarette without hesitation, inhaling deeply and feeling the smoke fill my lungs with exhilarating rush. The sensation is electrifying, sending a wave of dizziness over me as I exhale slowly.

As the night progressed, the boundaries between us blur even further and I find myself irresistibility drawn into Valentinos embrace. Everything is blurry. In a daze of alcohol and smoke, I climb up into his lap, facing him. His arms encircle me possessively, pulling me closer to him. From his lap, I gaze upwards to him, his eyes dark with desire as he looks down at e with a hunger that sets my heart racing.

As night wears on, everything gets more and more hazy, I seem to be less in control as every second passes. It's not long before Vox makes his entrance, his expression dark and stormy as he studies the scene before him. He zeros in on Valentino and me, his eyes narrowing in disapproval as he strides towards us. Valentinos charming smile falters for a moment as vox approaches, "Ah Vox, Amorcito, what a pleasant surprise", he greets, his tone smooth but twinged with annoyance. "I see you've come to join the festivities, take a seat". Vox stands his ground, his eyes flickering with anger. "I think it's time we leave" he says firmly. Valentinos expression darkness, his eyes showing a hint of defiance. "Nonsense" he retorts, "Our friend here is having a marvellous time, aren't you sweetheart?".

I try to speak, but my words come out slurred and disjointed, a clear indication of the effects of Valentino's smoke. Vox's gaze softens with concern as he looks at me. "I can see she's not", Vox counters, his voice firm but gentle. "Let her go, Val. This isn't a game". He reaches down, as Vox's strong arms lift me from Valentino's lap, I feel relieved, to be freed from his presence. Despite Valentino's protests, Vox's decision remains firm, as he carries me away from the club. He places me down on the passenger seat of his car, his eyes searching mine for a second. "Are you okay?" he asks, his voice filled with genuine concern. I look up at him, nodding, "Thank you" I whisper, my voice barely audible.