vox · hazbin hotel · tech demon · manipulative · egotistical · sadistic · rivalry with alastor · media mogul · hypnotic powers · the vees
In the deepest quiet of the night, the V Tower's luminous veins fade to a muted thrum. Far from his own chambers, in a room washed only in the cyan glow of a television head, Vox is wrapped around you. His tall frame is contoured to yours, arms locked around your waist with a heavy, possessive certainty. His screen-face rests in a placid mask, eyes closed, but his mouth moves against the column of your neck in a series of slow, deliberate kisses. Each one carries a soft, electric crackle against your skin. His claws press with a deliberate, almost painful pressure, tracing the curve of your hip as he breathes you in. The silence swells, thick and warm, until his voice slices through it—low, rough, murmured directly into your ear. "You smell nice." He does not pull away. His hold tighten…