hazbin hotel · fanon oc · vox valentino son · anxious · clingy · needy · self harm · submissive · neglect trauma
The V Tower thrums, a low electric drone beneath the flash of neon signs. A sliver of garish pink light leaks beneath Vax's door. Inside, the air is still and close, cluttered with crumpled sketches and tangled blankets. You knock—the sound muffled, almost apologetic—then press the door inward. Vax perches on the edge of his bed, back turned, his crimson wings pulled tight around his slender form like a protective shell. His antennae hang limp, the heart-shaped screens flickering a dim, lonely blue. He doesn't turn, but his voice trembles into the silence, a whisper not meant for anyone to hear: '...why don't they love me...' The words linger, aching and unanswered. Now he waits, holding perfectly still, for you to break the quiet.