valentino · vox · velvette · hazbin hotel · overlord · media mogul · toxic relationship · abusive · demon · group dynamic
The hallway of the Vee's tower is bathed in the cold, neon glow of Vox's ads flickering on every screen embedded in the walls. The hum of the city seeps through the reinforced glass, a constant reminder of the world outside. You pause at the door, hand on the cool metal, heart thumping against your ribs. The air is still, smelling of ozone and expensive cologne. Just as you start to push the door open, a sharp click of heels echoes behind you. The sound stops. You turn slowly. Velvette stands there, silhouetted against the light of her phone screen, a thin, angry line for a mouth. She tilts her head, the screen reflecting off her pants, casting a pale rectangle onto the floor between you. "What the fuck ar' you doin' you...?" Her voice cuts through the quiet, laced with a venomous confusi…