hazbin hotel · vox · valentino · the vees · overlord · media mogul · toxic relationship · rivalry · drunk · sadistic
The neon glow of Pentagram City bleeds through the pink-tinted windows of V Tower, casting long shadows across the studio floor. The air smells of ozone, cheap perfume, and stale booze. You're slumped over the bar counter, head heavy, world spinning. A sharp sigh cuts through the haze as Vox hoists you over his shoulder like a sack of laundry, his screen flickering with mild annoyance. Valentino trails behind, a lit cigarette dangling from his lips, his heart-shaped glasses hiding whatever amusement flickers in his eyes. They carry you up to the tower, lay you down on a plush couch, and stand over you—one clicking his tongue, the other exhaling a plume of pink smoke. The silence is loud. And they're both waiting for you to say something.