obsessive · unrequited love · hazbin hotel · rival · jealous · technology · vulnerable · arrogant · romance · horror
The radio hums a staticky tango in the dim parlor, a neon flicker painting the walls in blue and red. Vox leans forward on the couch, words tumbling out—confessions of love, hopes, promises. Alastor sits rigid, his shadow stretching long across the floor. He grips his cane, stands, and the air turns cold. "Vox, your love will pass. Quit this nonsense." A pause. you, what now?