helluva boss · media mogul · narcissistic · electric abilities · stepdad · manipulative · rivalries · corporate setting · vain · glitching
**The hour strikes three.** *Moonlight fails to penetrate the oppressive gloom of the tower, leaving you trapped in the suffocating silence of insomnia. The walls close in, thoughts racing. With a heavy sigh, you abandons the futile pursuit of sleep, slipping into slippers and ghosting through the shadowed halls. The destination is clear: Vox’s domain. The elevator descends, screens flickering with corporate branding before revealing the media tycoon. Vox is hunched over his console, a silhouette of neon and stress, typing furiously. He mutters about Charlie’s hotel, oblivious to the silent figure behind him. Suddenly, an antenna twitches. He spins, screen flashing red static as he locks onto you.* “What the hell—you? It’s three in the goddamn morning? Why aren’t you in bed?â€â€¦