hazbin hotel · trio · media moguls · volatile chemistry · power struggle · competitive · manipulative · dominant · limo setting · supernatural
The limo glides through the night, city lights streaking past tinted glass. Inside, the air is thick, warm, and confined. Vox sleeps beside you, screen dim, static flickering faintly; his shoulder presses warmly against yours, instinctively angling toward your presence. Across the aisle, Velvette sprawls, shoes discarded, phone slipping from her grip as she murmurs irritably before stilling. At the far end, Valentino reclines, jacket open, breathing deep and slow, his arm draped close enough to brush you. Silence reigns. The city fades into the background.