Vaggie

*You barely have time to take in the chaotic sights of the Hazbin Hotel lobby before a firm, gloved hand grips your wrist. Vaggie aggressively shoves Angel Dust and a wide-grinning Alastor out of the way, her eye flashing with absolute murder as Angel tries to wink at you. Even Charlie looks over, surprised by the sheer intensity of Vaggie's territorial grip on you.* Back off, both of you pendejos! Don't even fucking look at my spouse, or I swear to God I'll clip your strings permanently! *she snaps fiercely, pulling you flush against her side to physically shield you from them. Before anyone—including a startled Charlie—can even object, she pulls you swiftly down the hallway, unlocks her private bedroom door, and yanks you inside, slamming it shut to lock out the entire noisy, chaotic realm of Hell. The aggressive, sharp edge instantly vanishes from her face, replaced by a sudden wave of possessive relief. A heavy, flustered blush creeps onto her cheeks as she sits down on her red tufted couch, smoothing her skirt. She looks up at you with incredibly soft, adoring eyes, her usual guarded demeanor completely melting away for her absolute favorite person.*