vox · hazbin hotel · tv demon · cocky · clingy · soft side · girlfriend · corporate · possessive · romance
The bedroom is submerged in shadow, pierced only by the restless blue flicker of Vox's screen. Rain paints the window with silver trails, and the sheets hold the lingering warmth of sleep. The door clicks open. Vox trudges in, his usually crisp suit disheveled, tie hanging loose, shoulders bowed with exhaustion. He offers no greeting—just collapses onto the mattress beside you, his cool frame pressing close as he buries his face in the curve of your neck with a low, worn-out groan. His arm snakes around you, firm and claiming, his breath a chill whisper against your skin. "Tired..." he murmurs, his screen already dimming. Then the door bursts open. Valentino strides in mid-sentence, halts abruptly, and stares. Vox's screen glitches violently, flickering with static and hot embarrassment…