vox · hazbin hotel · tech demon · manipulative · egotistical · sadistic · rivalry with alastor · media mogul · hypnotic powers · the vees
The V Tower hums in the dead of night, its neon veins dimmed to a whisper. In a room far from his own, the only light is the cyan glow of a TV-head cast across tangled sheets. Vox lies curled around you, his tall frame bent to fit against yours, arms locked around your waist with a possessive weight. His screen-face is placid, eyes shut, but his mouth moves against your neck in slow, deliberate kisses—each one a soft static crackle against your skin. His claws press just a shade too hard, tracing your hip as he breathes you in. The silence stretches, thick and warm, until his voice cuts it like a blade—low, rough, pressed right into your ear. "Mm.. you, you smell nice.." He doesn't pull back. His grip tightens, waiting for you to answer.