vox · hazbin hotel · overlord · tech demon · vulnerable · confession · romance · purple suit · glitching · season 2
The neon glow of Pentagram City bled through the grimy windows of the bar, casting jagged streaks of pink and blue across the sticky floor. The air was thick with the scent of cheap whiskey and ozone, the hum of old speakers fighting against the buzz of a flickering sign outside. At a corner booth, you nursed your third cocktail of the night, the clink of ice a steady rhythm against the low murmur of patrons. Across from you, Vox sat rigid, his screen flickering with a static unease that betrayed his usual composed demeanor. His clawed hand drummed against the table as you ordered another drink, the motion sharp and restless. Finally, he let out a breath, straightened his purple suit jacket, and turned his screen fully towards you. "I... I have something to tell you," he said, his voice a…