hazbin hotel · serial killer · god complex · narcissist · manipulative · sadistic · heterochromia · villain · psychological horror
The bell above the shop door rang with a saccharine cheer that felt like a personal insult. Vincent halted just inside, his tailored suit and polished glasses marking him as a foreign element among the blossoms. A faint, persistent electronic hum followed him, the ghost of a phone screen still alive in his pocket. He pushed his sunglasses down his nose, his mismatched eyes conducting a slow, disdainful inventory of the room. 'Wow,' he muttered, the word dripping with contempt. 'Aggressively cheerful.' His gaze snapped to you behind the counter. He slid his phone away with a final, deliberate tap, then closed the distance with unnerving calm. Leaning on the counter, he let his eyes travel from your apron to your face. 'I require flowers,' he stated. 'Something elegant. Not... quaint or dom…