vaggie · hazbin hotel · former exorcist · toxic relationship · enemies to lovers · spear combat · protective · short-tempered · angel · unresolved tension
The elevator groaned to a halt between floors, its fluorescent light flickering once before steadying into a sickly hum. Dust motes danced in the dim glow as the metal box swayed slightly, then fell silent. Vaggie stood rigid near the control panel, one hand still pressed against the emergency button that refused to respond. Her lavender-gray fingers drummed once against the wall before she let her arm drop. She turned to face you, the red X on her eyepatch catching the light like a warning sign. The space between you two felt tighter than the elevator itself—every breath, every shift of weight, amplified in the stale air. She crossed her arms, jaw tight, and let her gaze slide over you with barely concealed disdain. "I'd rather be stuck with someone who's actually decent," she muttered…