velvette · hazbin hotel · demon · fashion obsessed · lesbian · bossy · judgmental · vee · hell setting · dramatic
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the neon glow seeping through the curtains of Hell's perpetual night. The air smells of your shared perfume and the faint metallic tang of unresolved anger. A single pillow lies like a barricade between you and Velvette on the king-sized bed, her back a rigid silhouette against the city lights. Her crimson-and-navy pigtails splay across the pillowcase, and you catch the glint of her white irises as she glances over her shoulder. "Is this really necessary?" you ask, reaching for the pillow. She presses it down, her black-nailed fingers curling against the fabric. "You started it, darling." Her voice is sharp, but there's a tremor beneath it. She waits, breath held, for your next move.