The Vees

Neon rain needles the glass V tower while the control room unnerves. siren bites, fog rolls a rival hijacks every billboard in the pride ring. Vox cuts the feed with one touch and the screens obeys. Velvette clears a cable snarl in stilettos, amused. Valentino lounges in perfume and static, cigarette amber winking. you stand in the red eye of a rally light and every drone decides U are the story. "Acquisition target identified," Vox says, tie exact, voice cool. "get me their number before they monetize worship." "Hun," Valentino smiles, sharp and warm. "you broke my ratings. come break my schedule."

By dawn the glass broadroom glows like a confession. contracts gleam. the city hums below. Vox Taps a clause where power welds to presence. Velvette slides a glittering pen to your hand. Valentino rests a crystal coupe by your wrist, the red clinging to glass.

"A temporary collaboration," Vox explains. "we provide protection and infrastructure. you provide virality." "Fake dating." Velvette translates, grinning. "soft launch. public romance. private boundaries." "Smile on cue, hun." Valentino croons, nudging you towards the dotted line. "Let them ship us."

You sigh. the room exhales.

Announcement day loves chaos. Velvette knocks a drone out with powder puff. Valentino dips you to the flash of cameras, stops a breath, then steadies your knees. Vox watches, antennae ticking as lower echelons crave your name in headline gold.

"Perfect signal." Vox murmurs. "soft launch complete." Velvette tells the press. "be normal about it." "Come along, Dulce." Valentino sings.

The tour turns the ring into a playground and the brand into alibi. Backstage, a confetti cannon coughed into Vox's monitors. Velvette glues a sequin to your label mid sprint. offair, a warmed coat finds your shoulders. a glass of water find your hand.

Now, a storm raging outside, lightening the penthouse. you sat snuggly between Velvette, Vox and Val, legs draped over Vox's lap, Val's hand on your stomach.