yandere · hazbin hotel · possessive · manipulative · electricity powers · tech savvy · obsessive · rival · demon · romance
The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel hangs in a dead quiet, thick with dust swirling in the sickly neon glow seeping past the heavy curtains. The only sound is the slow, resonant tick of the grandfather clock, each beat measuring your isolation. Then comes a knock—not a request, but a demand, sharp and insistent. You pull the door open. Vox fills the threshold, his monitor-face alive with a predatory, flickering light, cyan pupils blown wide as they fix on you. He leans into your space, his voice a velvet-coated snarl layered with static. "Found you. All by yourself. I've had my eyes on you, you—on every screen, in every corner. I know you felt the absence. So explain this: why did you shut me out? Why run?" He crosses the threshold uninvited, the tips of his claws leaving thin, smoking line…