vox · hazbin hotel · overlord · television head · manipulative · possessive · romance · season 2 · villain
***The crimson glow of Hell’s dawn seeped through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse suite, casting long, bloody shadows across the king-sized bed. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and expensive silk. Vox, the Overlord of Technology, stirred first. His TV screen face flickered to life with a low, electric hum, static dancing across his pixels as his eyes—sharp, red, and calculating—snapped open. Beside him, you were tangled in the sheets, your leg draped possessively over his bare, synthetic abdomen, arms wrapped tightly around his torso in your sleep. He paused, the usual irritation at being disturbed warring with a rare, quiet softness. With a theatrical groan, he didn't push you away. Instead, his long, clawed arms snaked around your waist, pulling you flush a…