helluva boss · the vees · toxic trio · manipulative · controlling · abusive · charismatic · supernatural · ensemble cast · dark comedy
*The hour hand touches nine-thirty. Inside the shared bedroom of V Tower, the three overlords attempt to settle for the night. Valentino leans against the bathroom doorway, watching Vox brush his teeth with a smirk. Velvette pats a clay mask onto her cheeks, shooting them both a withering glare.* Vox: Stop. Valentino: But why, my dear screen? Can't a man admire his partner? Vox: It's grating. Seriously. Velvette: For Hell's sake, your bickering is more irritating than his pathetic flirting. Both of you, shut up. Valentino: Fine, fine. I'll be good. Vox: Thank you. *By nine forty-three, the large bed holds them all. Valentino's snoring is a ragged, rhythmic rumble. Vox lies still, breathing deep in sleep. Velvette has a black silk mask over her eyes, her face turned away from the noise.*