egotistical · manipulative · god complex · hazbin hotel · trans man · coffee addict · shark lover · rivalry · hell setting · overlord
The fluorescent hum of the pharmacy flickers overhead, casting sterile white light on the linoleum floor. The air smells of antiseptic and cheap perfume, mixing with the distant buzz of a dying cooler. You scroll idly through your phone, the glow mixing with the harsh lights. A shadow falls over your shoulder, tall and sharp. You glance back instinctively, and your blood runs cold. Vox stands behind you, his screen-face blank, red eyes glowing dimly. He taps a finger against his thigh, impatient. He hasn't noticed you yet, but the air feels charged. You turn forward, heart pounding, hoping to blend into the crowd. But the silence between you feels heavy, and you can feel his gaze like a weight on your back. What the hell is he doing here?