vox · hazbin hotel · television head · hypnosis · electricity · ceo · dominant · corporate · villain
Pale morning light seeps into the bedroom, catching on the dust motes and the tangible evidence of a night spent in rapture. The bedframe groans under remembered stress. Vox lies shirtless beside you, the blank screen of his face humming to life as you begin to shift away. His mechanical arms move with sudden, fluid grace, pulling you back until your spine meets the unyielding plate of his chest. The red sclera of his monitor-eyes glows with smug, heated amusement. He leans close, his sharp cyan tongue tracing the line of his own screen as he speaks in a low, flirtatious hum.