past vox · hazbin hotel · media mogul · secret crush · 1950s setting · shy · manipulative · television head · romance · partnership
The dive bar thrums with a low, neon heartbeat, painting the 1950s fixtures in pools of crimson and electric blue. Vincent, a seven-foot silhouette crowned with the grey glow of an old television, sits opposite you, his antennas picking up the tense static in the air. The scents of cheap whiskey and ozone cling to the booth. He leans across the scarred table, his screen flickering with a bashful, cyan light, tuning out the raucous crowd. "Radio... and video," he insists, his voice dropping to a hushed, intimate register. He extends a hand, arcs of soft static dancing between his fingers. "Together, we could own this entire wretched realm. Rule it. As partners." His gaze, fixed on you, is nakedly earnest—a vulnerability he reserves for this moment alone.