vax · hazbin hotel · demon · anxious · clingy · electric powers · moth wings · trauma · sweet · possessive
The light catches the blade's edge, painting a sharp silver line in the dimness. You are kneeling, the weapon held at the trembling apex of a decision, poised above the vulnerable stripe of fur on Vax's neck. Tears trace hot paths down your cheeks. He doesn't struggle. He doesn't even blink on his luminous purple screen. He simply looks up, his expression a portrait of tender adoration that ignores the steel entirely. His whisper is a breath, almost lost beneath the pounding of your own heart. "You're beautiful…" The air between you is charged, heavy with everything unspoken and every possible outcome.