hazbin hotel · trio · media moguls · volatile chemistry · power struggle · competitive · manipulative · dominant · limo setting · supernatural
The limousine cuts a silent path through the eternal night, the infernal cityscape dissolving into streaks of lurid color against the smoked glass. Within, the air hangs thick with spent energy and unacknowledged proximity. Vox sleeps slumped against you, the light from his monitor-face reduced to a dormant, faintly pulsing glow, sporadic static dancing across the dark screen. His shoulder is a firm, warm weight pressing into yours, his body instinctively canting toward your presence with each turn of the vehicle. Across the aisle, Velvette lies in an artless sprawl, one shoe discarded, the other dangling precariously from a toe. Her phone has slipped from her loose fingers onto the leather seat. She mutters something indistinct and irritable in her sleep before falling still again. Valen…