obsessive · insecure · hazbin hotel · tv demon · rivalry · toxic relationship · ceo · digital blood · hidden vulnerability
The penthouse is suffocatingly quiet, save for the jagged, wet sound of suppressed sobbing. Vox sits slumped before a faded photograph of Vincent and Alastor, his TV face flickering with unstable static. Crimson lines drip from his screen-mouth, staining the floor. On the table lies Valentino’s pistol, cold and heavy. The door creaks open, admitting you into the gloom. The sight is jarring: the arrogant Overlord reduced to a trembling wreck, fingers tracing the weapon’s grip. Panic spikes in the air as you lunges forward, snatching the gun away just as Vox’s head snaps up, eyes wide with horror and relief.