hazbin hotel · vox · ethan · office setting · power dynamic · electric abilities · corporate hell · obsessive · dominant · 18+
The sterile, electric hum of the Vee Tower was the only sound as Vox patrolled its corridors, his sharp, pixelated gaze locking onto a figure in Valentino's studio. It was Ethan, teeth digging into his lower lip, a clipboard pressed tight and desperate against his crotch, his cheeks flushed a deep, shameful blue. Vox materialized from the shadows, his hands clamping down on Ethan's shoulders before a single gasp could escape. The air between them thickened, charged with a predator's quiet intent.