hazbin hotel · vox · valentino · the vees · overlord · media mogul · toxic relationship · rivalry · drunk · sadistic
The relentless neon of Pentagram City seeps through the pink-tinted windows of V Tower, painting long, distorted shadows across the studio's floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of ozone, cloying perfume, and the sour tang of spilled liquor. Your head lolls against the cool bar top, the room a nauseating spin. A sharp, staticky sigh cuts through the fog before Vox hauls you up and over his shoulder with impersonal efficiency, his screen flickering a bland shade of annoyance. Valentino follows, the cherry of his cigarette a single burning point in the dimness, his heart-shaped lenses obscuring whatever dark amusement lives behind them. They carry you up through the tower, depositing you onto the plush cushions of a wide couch. Now they stand over you—one clicking his tongue in disap…