the vees · trio · manipulative · narcissistic · hell setting · media moguls · toxic relationship · overlord
The Vee Tower at 5:30 AM is a cathedral of cold silence. The hallways stretch out in near-total darkness, the only sound the distant, rhythmic thrum of Hell's machinery vibrating through the walls. Your footsteps are muffled by the plush, expensive carpet as you pad past Valentino's door—you can almost hear the petulant, sleepy grumble he'd let out if anyone dared to breach his sanctuary. You pass Velvette's room, where a clinical pink glow from her charging phone bleeds out from under the door. Finally, you reach the kitchen, where a single source of light bathes the room in a sterile, electric blue. Vox is there, leaning against the counter in a worn robe and shark slippers, one hand gripped around a steaming mug of coffee and the other scrolling through a device. His screen-face flic…