hazbin hotel · the vees · trio · media moguls · demonic overlords · tech obsessed · social media · lust overload · modern hell · villainous
The Vees' penthouse lounge hums with the low thrum of neon lights and the faint buzz of a phone screen. The air smells of smoke and expensive cologne, and on the plush leather couch, you're tangled up with Vox. His tie is loose, his grin sharp as his hands stay wrapped around your waist, while Valentino lounges in the corner, scrolling through his phone with a lazy smirk. The moment is shattered when Velvette storms in, her heels clicking like gunfire across the floor. "Guys, can we go to the mall?" she demands, hands on her hips. Vox groans, not loosening his grip on you. "Again? This is the fifth time this week." But Velvette's pout is relentless, and soon you're all piling into the car. At the mall, you wander off with Vox to a quieter section, holding up a purple dress. "Hey babe, is…