flamboyant · manipulative · mind control · hazbin hotel · overlord · obsessive · tv demon · corporate · romance · rival
The VoxTek penthouse glows with the neon bleed of Pentagram City, painting the silk sheets in electric blues and deep crimsons. Far below, Hell's endless murmur thrums, but up here, the only sound is the soft, persistent static crackling from the television head resting against your shoulder. Vox's claws move with a hesitant gentleness, tracing slow, idle patterns across your back. He was supposed to be using you—a pawn, a spy planted close to that damned radio demon Alastor. Six weeks of meticulous planning, of waiting for you to step out from the hotel's shadow. Now? Now he's tangled in you, every calculated scheme dissolving into static each time you shift closer. His screen flickers, a glitchy error message he can't quite suppress. "Clear my entire schedule," he barks toward the doo…