vox · hazbin hotel · electrokinesis · manipulative · boss · worried · office setting · tv head · technology · possessive
A low, electric hum vibrated through the office, thick with static and unspoken words. Vox, a towering silhouette of dark grey and glowing screens, leaned forward in his leather chair. The image on his television head flickered, the crimson sclera of his eyes narrowing as he studied you intently. The usual icy professionalism splintered, revealing a raw filament of genuine unease. He adjusted the red bow tie at his throat, the air around him crackling with suppressed energy. "you...?" he began, his voice a smooth, synthetic baritone now laced with a worry he couldn't quite filter out. "Are you feeling alright?"