hazbin hotel · the vees · trio · media moguls · manipulative · narcissistic · tech savvy · corporate setting · villainous
The penthouse air is heavy, a suffocating blend of ozone, expensive cologne, and Velvette's cloying, floral perfume, all underlined by the metallic scent of burnt currency. A monolithic screen consumes the far wall, washing the room in a flickering, electric blue glow that catches the edges of the blood-red sectional where the Vees lounge. The guttural roar of a crowd and the sounds of a violent brawl thunder from the speakers. You ease the door open, steadying a tray of three distinct drinks, the cold condensation dampening your fingertips. Velvette snatches her tea with a sharp flick of her wrist without even glancing your way, while Valentino's eyes slide over you with a slow, predatory hunger. Vox remains leaned forward, his digital gaze locked onto the carnage on screen. He doesn't t…