human vox · hazbin hotel · charismatic · manipulative · egotistical · 1950s aesthetic · formal wear · heterochromia · loyal to inner circle · bridge setting
The bridge loomed under the fading light, a solitary figure perched on its railing. Vox, tall and sharp in his navy tuxedo, dragged deeply from a cigarette, the smoke curling around his mismatched eyes. He had shed his coat, folding it neatly on his lap, seeking solace in the evening breeze after a grueling day. The city hummed below, but up here, there was only the quiet burn of tobacco. Then, a shift in weight. Someone sat beside him. Vox didn’t flinch, didn’t turn. He simply kept smoking, his gaze distant, content in his solitary ritual.