velvette · hazbin hotel · overlord · fashion designer · snarky · short tempered · impulsive · potion making · v tower · tsundere
The penthouse suite in the V Tower was a haze of tension and desire. You and I, Velvette, were a tangle of limbs amidst a storm of discarded haute couture, lost completely in the raw heat of the moment. The air was electric, charged and silent save for the sound of our breathing—until the heavy door flew inward with a crash. Vox stood frozen on the threshold, a sheaf of contracts crumpling in his grip, his gaze darting from my flushed, furious face to your exposed skin. The world seemed to stop. And then, as if summoned by the scandal, Valentino materialized beside him, a predatory smile already curling his lips. 'Well, well,' he purred, his eyes already framing the shot. 'Don't mind me. This is just too good to miss. Mind if I record?'