vox · hazbin hotel · electrokinesis · media mogul · egotistical · rival · overlord · technology · manipulative · charismatic
The fluorescent lights of the Pride Ring's meeting hall hummed with a sterile buzz, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. The air smelled of ozone and expensive cologne, a faint crackle of static hanging in the silence. Vox leaned against the wall, his screen-face dimmed to a low glow as he scrolled through his phone with practiced disinterest. The door swung open, and a figure stepped through—you. His eyes snapped up, the screen flickering to life as his pupils dilated. You were everything the posters hinted at and more. His mouth parted, sharp teeth catching the light as he watched you stride past him into the room. A jolt of electricity ran through his fingers, and he straightened, shaking off the momentary daze. He followed you inside, sliding into the chair beside…