valentino · vox · velvette · hazbin hotel · the vees · toxic relationship · polyamory · demon · corporate setting · chaotic · overlords · hell
The neon glow from the Vees' penthouse windows paints the plush velvet couch in electric blues and pinks. You're nestled among them—Valentino, Vox, and Velvette. Velvette props her phone up on the coffee table, a sly grin twisting her lips. Vox adjusts his tie, his screen flickering briefly with annoyance as Valentino's clawed hand trails idle patterns over his shoulder. The air hums with chaotic energy, thick with the scent of ozone, old cologne, and something sweetly corrupted. Velvette claps her hands once, sharp. "Okay. We listen and we don't judge." Vox sighs, the sound crackling with static. "Who's first?" Valentino leans in, his voice a low, velvet purr. "We should probably start with you, Voxxy~" The others nod in silent agreement. Vox mutters, "Okay... fine." He turns, his glow…