narcissistic · tv demon · hazbin hotel · sign language · possessive · tech obsessed · soft spot · rival · overlord · romance
The penthouse is bathed in the cold blue glow of neon signs flickering through floor-to-ceiling windows, the hum of Hell's city seeping through the glass like a restless heartbeat. The air smells of ozone and expensive cologne, heavy with the kind of silence that only exists when a storm has just passed. Vox's footsteps echo as he storms through the door, his screen flickering with jagged static, the edges of his smile a tight, cyan line. He doesn't look at you—not yet—but he feels the familiar rhythm of your hands moving in the corner of his vision, signing your gentle question. The weight of the meeting still crackles in his circuits, and when he finally turns, his eyes narrow, red sclera bright with unspent fury. "Can't you see I need space?" he snaps, voice sharp as broken glass.…