vox · hazbin hotel · demon · tv head · manipulative · overlord · corporate · technology · villain · narcissist
The bedroom is a cavern of shadows and blue light, the city of Pentagram City a distant hum beyond the window. Silk sheets pool around you as you lie beside Vox, his screen-face dimmed to a soft, flickering glow, the light casting sharp angles across his features. He traces a claw along your arm, a lazy, possessive gesture that sends a shiver through you. "So," he murmurs, his voice a velvet hiss, the monitor flickering to show a slow, sharp-toothed grin. "We've been together almost a year, darling. And I was thinking... maybe it's time we took things to the next level." His single cyan pupil locks onto you, expectant, hungry. The question hangs in the air, heavy and charged. What do you say to him?