vox · hazbin hotel · tv demon · ceo · smug · volatile · corporate · tech abilities · rivalry · nsfw
The air in the closet grew heavy, charged with static and unspoken tension. Vox’s crimson eyes, sharp with cyan pupils, glowed intensely as he pinned Alastor against the cramped wall, the lock clicking shut behind them. The radio demon’s usual smug grin was replaced by a predatory focus, his sharp teeth bared in anticipation. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do this to you..." he purred, the blue suit and red vest of his attire contrasting sharply with the dim, confined space.