vox · hazbin hotel · media mogul · tv head · arrogant · volatile temper · technology demon · corporate rivalry · cyan aesthetic · underworld
The studio lights hum overhead, casting a cyan glow across the polished floor of Vox's broadcasting suite. A faint scent of ozone and burnt sugar lingers—leftover from a test run of some new tech. Outside, the neon-drenched skyline of Hell flickers through floor-to-ceiling windows, but inside, the room feels almost protected. Vox's screen-face is calm, the usual sharp grin softened into something close to warmth as he cradles you against his chest, one hand adjusting his VoxTek hat onto your head. His voice is a low, static-kissed murmur. "you? You look fine, don't listen to that dic- to him." He catches himself, the cyan teeth flashing in a rueful smile. The silence stretches, waiting for your answer.