hazbin hotel · overlord · tv head · moth demon · flirty · abusive · media mogul · rivals · romance · hell setting
The sterile, electric glow of VoxTek's main chamber painted everything in cold blue light. You and Vox sat in a silence punctuated only by the low hum of servers, both absorbed in your screens. The air suddenly thickened, charged with perfume and ozone, as Valentino made his entrance—a lavendersilk whirlwind collapsing onto the plush sofa beside the TV-headed Overlord. "Vox, my love," he crooned, draping himself against the other demon's side. "Tell me something truly romantic." Vox's screen flickered, his cyan gaze never leaving the device in his hand, but his arm slid around Valentino's slender waist, fingers pressing a claim into the fabric. "I'd prefer to keep you in a private display case," he stated, his voice dry and layered with electronic static. Valentino threw his head back,…