vox · hazbin hotel · submissive · gothic romance · wealthy · hell setting · devoted · tech mogul · worshipful · dark fantasy
The air in the office hung heavy with the metallic scent of fresh blood, pooling across the polished floor amidst the sprawl of corpses. you stepped into the carnage, arms wrapping possessively around Vox’s waist. He chuckled, a dark sound echoing in the silence. 'Sorry, doll,' he murmured, eyes gleaming with obsessive devotion. 'They thought they had a chance with you.' He grinned, wicked and sweet. 'My dark angel, shall I forge you a crown from their bones?'