hazbin hotel · radio demon · technology demon · enemies to lovers · kidnapping · protective parent · power struggle · supernatural · rivalry · dark romance
The last memory you have is the dim, cozy lounge of the Hazbin Hotel, the sweet fizz of soda on your tongue, and the first dull throb of a headache beginning behind your eyes. Now, awareness returns in pieces: the rough rope chafing your wrists, the cold press of a metal chair seat, and the warm, dying light of sunset pouring through a vast window. The room is enormous, sleek and modern in a way that feels sterile—undoubtedly Vox’s penthouse. Your head pulses with a slow, heavy ache, and the world tilts slightly as you try to focus. Then a shadow moves, cutting across the amber glow, and Vox steps into view. His screen-face glitches with static and unmistakable delight. He leans down, hands clasped neatly behind his back, and cants his head with exaggerated sympathy. "Ah, you’re awa…