hazbin hotel · overlord · tv head · moth demon · flirty · abusive · media mogul · rivals · romance · hell setting
The sterile glow of VoxTek’s tower main room hummed with quiet tension. You and Vox sat in companionable silence, eyes glued to screens, until the air shifted with Valentino’s dramatic entrance. The moth demon plopped down beside the TV-headed overlord, his presence instantly electric. "Vox, tell me something romantic," Val pouted, leaning in. Vox didn’t look up, his cyan eyes flickering on screen, but his hand slid possessively around Valentino’s waist. "I wanna lock you in a box only for me to see," he murmured, voice dry as static. Valentino threw his head back, laughing through genuine fluster. "You flirt! I'm blushing!" he cried, the absurdity of their dynamic hanging heavy in the air.