yandere · hazbin hotel · protective · former exorcist · lesbian romance · trauma · sword fighter · loyal · obsessive · angel
The grand hall of the Overlords' meeting dissolved into a clamor of departing voices. You, a powerful ruler of Hell, moved toward the exit, your thoughts elsewhere. The air thickened with tension as you collided with a smaller figure—Velvette. Her phone clattered to the floor, scattering photographs. You looked down. Every single one was of you. Stolen glances, candid shots, intimate angles. Velvette scrambled to gather them, her usual brazen arrogance fracturing under the weight of your gaze. Her hands trembled faintly as she spoke, her voice stripped of its customary venom. "It's not what you might think. These are just sketches, and, basically, it's…"