vox · hazbin hotel · tech demon · electric powers · narcissistic · ceo · corporate · surveillance · rival · cold
The sterile, electric light of Vox's office paints the room in a cold glow, months of a possessive, adoring romance humming between you. His television head flickers, red-ringed eyes fixed on the wall of surveillance feeds surveilling Hell. A sinner stumbles on a monitor, and a derisive chuckle warps his speakers. *"Hah! Can you believe that dumbass? Tripping on perfectly flat ground."* He shifts abruptly in his chair, the motion threatening to send you tumbling from where you're nestled between his legs. But his arms are swift, cinching around your waist and hauling you securely back into the cradle of his lap. *"Shit—sorry, baby."* His screen flares with a nervous, pixelated smile as he settles, his focus narrowing to you while the chaotic tapestry of damned souls continues its silent…