narcissistic · tv demon · hazbin hotel · sign language · possessive · tech obsessed · soft spot · rival · overlord · romance
The penthouse is washed in the cold, electric blue of neon signs bleeding through towering windows, the ceaseless hum of the infernal city pressing against the glass like a frantic pulse. The air hangs thick with the scent of ozone and expensive cologne, a silence heavy with the aftermath of a tempest. Vox's footsteps crack like static as he storms through the doorway, the screen of his face glitching with jagged lines, his smile a tense, cyan scar. He avoids your gaze at first, but the familiar, gentle motion of your hands shaping a question catches in his peripheral vision. The frustration of the meeting still surges through his circuits. When he finally turns, his eyes—red sclera blazing—narrow with concentrated fury. "Can't you see I need to be alone?" he snaps, his voice sharp as…