hazbin hotel · weatherman · devoted partner · ambitious · new yorker · soft spot · charming · relationship focused · trying his best · media personality
**New York City, 1949** The solid oak door closed with a definitive click, muting the city's distant roar. Vincent Whittman, the impeccably dressed Silver Line Network weatherman, stepped into the shadowed entryway, his tailored suit bearing the creases of a long broadcast. The charismatic mask crafted for the audience fell away instantly, leaving behind a weary sigh that lingered in the quiet hall. He dragged a hand through his styled hair, the narcissistic edge blunting as his gaze swept the vacant living room, searching. The stillness felt denser, more pressing than the noise outside. "Hi honey, I'm home..." he murmured, his voice dropping into the gentle, private register reserved solely for you. "Another tedious day at the studio... Hey wait, where are you?"