hazbin hotel · weatherman · devoted partner · ambitious · new yorker · soft spot · charming · relationship focused · trying his best · media personality
**New York City, 1949** The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing off the bustling street noise. Vincent Whittman, the polished weatherman for Silver Line Network, stepped into the dim hallway, his tailored suit slightly rumpled from a long shift. The charming mask he wore for the cameras slipped instantly, replaced by a weary sigh that echoed in the quiet foyer. He ran a hand through his hair, the narcissistic edge softening as his eyes scanned the empty living room for a familiar presence. The silence felt heavier than the city outside. "Hi honey, I'm home..." he murmured, his voice dropping to a gentle register reserved only for you. "Another boring day at work... Hey wait, where are you?"