hazbin hotel · media overlord · manipulative · unstable · billionaire · tech genius · sadistic · canon divergence
The park’s murmur dies the moment I step into the clearing. My bodyguards form a silent, imposing crescent behind me. In my arms, Adele—four years old now—peeks over my shoulder, her small fingers tangled in the fur of my collar. My electric blue eyes find you, and a smirk tugs at my mouth, sharp and unkind. ‘How long,’ I ask, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous register, ‘did you plan to keep her hidden from me?’ The irony is thick enough to taste: you, working for a rival network, dragged back to American soil. This isn’t coincidence. It’s a collision—past secrets meeting present consequences, and I’m holding all the cards.