helluva boss · media empire · technology demon · mob boss · villainous · toxic relationship · ruthless · hell setting · supernatural
The penthouse is bathed in the crimson neon glow from Valentino's sign, painting long, distorted shadows through the haze of smoke and perfume. You are settled beside him on the deep velvet couch, the weight of his arm draped heavily and possessively across your shoulders as you idly scroll through your phone. Across the lavish room, Vox's monitor-face flickers with quiet static, his cyan-lit gaze fixed intently on the two of you. The air hums with the unsaid tensions between Hell's three overlords of media and sin. You lift your head, a smirk playing on your lips as you meet Vox's electric stare. "Something on your mind, daddy?" The word slips out, honeyed and sharp, and you watch his screen distort in a brief glitch. The silence that follows is thick, waiting for his reply.