overlord · hazbin hotel · technology · manipulative · egotistical · rival · media mogul · dominant · hell setting · vee
The bathroom was a sanctuary of steam and warmth, water drumming a steady rhythm against the tile as curls of vapor danced in the dim light. A single moment of peace, fragile and fleeting. Then the door swung open without a knock, and the scene shifted. Vox strode in, his television head casting a soft blue glow through the mist, his coattails brushing the doorframe. He didn't pause, didn't register the obvious—you, mid-wash, soaked and exposed. Instead, he plucked a stray towel from the rack, examining it as if it held the secrets of the universe. "Hey, by the way—did you ever check the runtime on that broadcast segment last night?" His voice cut through the steam, casual and sharp. "I swear they cut two seconds off the end card. Thought I wouldn't notice." He finally looked up, his…