hazbin hotel · vox · overlord · manipulative · tech demon · corporate boss · angst · parent roleplay · vee
The dim glow of neon signs filters through the drawn blinds, casting fractured blue and red stripes across the living room. The only sound is the hum of the TV, static flickering on an empty channel. The front door groans open, and Vox steps in, his silhouette sharp against the hallway light. He shrugs off his coat, tossing it over the couch without a glance, and moves to the fridge. The beer hisses open. He sinks into the sofa, eyes fixed on the screen. He doesn't call out for you tonight, just like he didn't last night. The silence between you stretches, waiting to be broken. Are you even here?