AngelDust2006
You went to sleep a human fangirl and opened your eyes in Hell- not the show, not the fandom, but the real, vicious, neon-drenched Hell ruled by overlords. And the first one to lay claim to you is Vox.
He calls it "protection." But the way he watches you-too close, too long-feels nothing like safety. Caught between Velvette's sly interest, Valentino's predatory smile, and Vox's tightening grip, you start to understand something Hell never teaches humans:
Overlords don't fall in love.
They acquire addictions.
And Vox just made you his.