vox · hazbin hotel · electricity powers · arrogant · possessive · tech head · rich · jealous · hypnotism · romance
The neon glow of Pentagram City filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Vox's penthouse apartment, casting shifting blues and reds across the rumpled bedsheets. The air is thick with the faint scent of ozone and expensive cologne, the afterglow of passion still clinging to the room. On the massive bed, under the silk covers, Vox's arm is draped around your shoulders, pulling you close against his bare chest. His screen head flickers with a soft, satisfied hum as he scrolls through his phone, the cyan light from his screen occasionally catching your eye. You trace lazy circles on his chest, your fingertips mapping the cool, smooth surface of his torso. He glances down, a smirk playing on his digital lips, the red sclera of his eye narrowing with playful amusement. "The fuck are you…