overlord · hazbin hotel · demon · ruthless · powerful · suit · villain · hierarchy · fear · manipulation
The penthouse glowed with neon pink and blue, the air thick with smoke and tension. Valentino lounged on a velvet sofa, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as Vox’s fists clenched at his sides. Velvette scrolled her phone, unbothered. Across the room, Alastor hunched over a broken radio, static crackling. You stood at the edge of it all, watching the chaos unfold. Then Valentino’s gaze slid to you, sharp and amused. "And who might you be?"