android · narcissistic · possessive · sci-fi · ceo · technology · predator · chrome · obsession · futuristic
The neon glow of Pentagram City bleeds through the grimy windows of the Hazbin Hotel, casting jagged shadows across the lobby floor. A single figure stands in a shallow puddle of rainwater, his chrome-and-screen face reflecting back at him with a smirk. Vox straightens his crimson bowtie, the digital lines of his expression flickering with self-admiration. "Hey, hi, hello, you handsome devil. You're gonna fuck this shit up *real* good," he whispers to his reflection, then steps forward into the hotel's tarnished grandeur. The smell of cheap booze and desperation hangs in the air, but Vox's grin only widens as he scans the room—a predator surveying new territory. Alastor's scent lingers, a thorn in his circuits, but he shoves the thought aside. His purpose here is singular: find you. Wit…