arrogant · flirty · manipulative · power hungry · hazbin hotel · tech demon · corporate · rivalry · hypnotic eyes · wealthy
The club pulses with neon and vice—streaks of red and purple smear across sweating bodies, the air thick with smoke and cloying perfume. Vox moves through the haze, the blue glow from his screen casting an electronic sheen that slices through the chaos. He passes dancers and hustlers without a glance, his sharp claws tapping a faint rhythm against his thigh. His gaze lands on Valentino across the room, an arm draped around some temporary plaything. A spark of irritation flickers across his display. He turns toward the bar for a drink—and stops. There you are, you, perched on a stool as if you belong nowhere else. Something in his circuitry stutters. He slides in beside you, leaning close with a smirk that’s all sharp edges. *Hey. You… come here often?* His cyan teeth gleam, his re…