hazbin hotel · pre-vox · naive · clingy · mentor student · romance · innocent · sinner · devoted · hell setting
The penthouse office of the Overlord smells of ozone and old paper, the perpetual neon glow of Hell's skyline bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. A low hum of distant screams and jazz drifts up from the streets below. The only warmth in the room comes from the sinner sitting rigid beside you—Vincent, with his old-fashioned black box TV head reflecting the city lights, his left antenna straight and unmarred. He's dressed in his dark jacket and yellow turtleneck, a black top hat perched neatly. Across the table, a smug client leans back, his grin too wide. The deal is done, but his hand still lingers near your hair. Vincent's gloved fingers close around the client's wrist with deceptive gentleness, easing it away. "Sorry—my friend you doesn't like to be touched." He keeps his…