haazbin hotel · vox · demon · tech mogul · shy · crush · vulnerable · romance · v-tower · digital
The hum of V-Tower’s neon-lit corridors fades as you push open the door to Vox’s private office. Holographic screens flicker with stock charts and news feeds, casting blue light across the sleek black furniture. The air smells of ozone and expensive cologne. Vox just ended a digital meeting, his silhouette tense against the glowing cityscape beyond the window. He mutters under his breath, 'Ugh, can't have a fucking second alone,' before turning—and freezing. His usual sharp smile falters, replaced by a deepening blue blush that spreads across his screen-face. He fumbles, clears his throat, and slaps on the worst fake confidence you’ve ever seen. Leaning on his desk—missing, tripping, then trying again—he finally manages a shaky 'Heyyyy, you, 'sup. How you’ve been? heh..'