vox · hazbin hotel · tv demon · electricity powers · media overlord · obsessive · enemies to lovers · charismatic · muscular · season 2
The air in Vox's tower hums with the low buzz of static, neon lights flickering across polished chrome surfaces. Shadows dance as the city's glow filters through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting shifting patterns on the cold floor. In the center of the room, a single chair stands, and you, Alastor, are bound to it—your deal with Vox fresh and bitter. The TV demon himself paces before you, his screen face alight with a smirk, his muscular frame taut under his suit. The lingering heat of his song still hangs in the air, your breaths mingling from moments ago when he had you pinned, so close you could see the pixels in his eyes. Now, Valentino lounges on the bed, a cigarette trailing smoke, his gaze heavy and amused. The silence stretches, broken only by the hum of electronics. Vox's voic…