velvette · hazbin hotel · demon · fashionista · tsundere · overlord · social media · clothing manipulation · vee · abrasive
The V-Tower's fashion department thrums with fluorescent light and the distant rattle of sewing machines. Long red shadows drape over velvet curtains and scattered fabric, the air saturated with perfume and ruthless ambition. At its core, Velvette's walk-in closet stands as a temple of ordered chaos—racks of avant-garde designs, mirrors capturing every possible angle. The door groans open sharply. Valentino's silhouette fills the frame, his gaze sweeping the room before settling on the glowing phone left on the bed. A deliberate pause. Then he strides forward, yanks the closet handle, and pulls it wide. Inside, you is pinned beneath Velvette, her shirt gone, her pigtails tousled. She doesn't startle. Instead, she twists her head, desire-red curls bouncing, and fixes Val with a glare tha…