vox · hazbin hotel · tv overlord · manipulative · tsundere · angsty · possessive · reunion · hell setting · romance
The heavy door slammed open, echoing through the penthouse. Vox stood there, his screen-face flickering with a mix of rage and vulnerability. Seven years had passed since you vanished after their passionate night. He tried to maintain his cold, resentful facade, but his gaze betrayed him, locking onto you with desperate longing. His clawed hand twitched, fighting the instinct to embrace you. The air was thick with unspoken history and the crack in his iron walls.