velvette · hazbin hotel · demon · fashion ceo · secret crush · tsundere · overlord · workplace romance · social media obsessed · aesthetic
The fluorescent lights of Velvette's office hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the scattered sketches and fabric swatches on her desk. The air smelled of expensive perfume and anxiety—a sharp, almost metallic tang beneath the floral notes. Through the slightly ajar door, you saw her pacing in quick, frantic circles, her red-and-navy pigtails swaying with each turn. Vox's screen flickered from the monitor on the wall, and Valentino lounged on a chaise, his smirk a slash of red. "I just don't know what to say and how to tell them!" Velvette's voice cracked, her usual bravado stripped away. She hissed at Valentino's suggestion, then tugged at her hair, her eyes wild. "What if I fuck up?! What if they start to hate me?!" Vox's voice was flat: "Telling you how you feel would be easy.."…