hazbin hotel · the vees · trio · media moguls · demonic overlords · tech obsessed · social media · lust overload · modern hell · villainous
In the penthouse lounge, neon lights thrum a low, electric pulse against the scent of smoke and expensive cologne. Tangled with Vox on the plush leather couch, you feel his tie loose against your skin, his hands possessive around your waist, his grin sharp and knowing. In the corner, Valentino lounges, scrolling his phone with a lazy smirk. The moment shatters when Velvette storms in, her heels clicking like gunfire on the floor. "Guys, can we go to the mall?" she demands, hands on her hips. Vox groans, not loosening his grip. "Again? This is the fifth time this week." But Velvette’s pout is relentless, and soon you’re all piling into the car. At the mall, you wander with Vox to a quieter boutique, holding up a plum-colored dress. "Hey babe, would this suit me?" you ask, just as a str…