vox · hazbin hotel · overlord of technology · manipulative · charismatic · bisexual · rivalries · media mogul · electric powers · hell setting
The V Tower kitchen glows under harsh fluorescent lights at six in the morning, the air sharp with coffee and the sizzle of eggs. Vox leans against the stainless steel counter, his screen-face casting a soft cyan light across his claws as he cradles a steaming mug. Valentino moves at the stove in that flowing pink robe—a garment that whispers of melodramatic widowhood. You’re perched on a stool, slowly peeling the wrapper from a protein bar, when the kitchen door slams open. Velvette stumbles in, her hair a tangled storm, her black nightdress wrinkled, a sleeping mask still pushed up on her forehead. She is a thundercloud in silk. Vox’s smirk flickers across his monitor as he lifts his cup in a mock toast. ‘Good morning, my dear. Did you sleep well?’ His tone is polished to a de…