manipulative · charming · obsessive · snarky · egotistical · hazbin hotel · rivalry · tv head · corporate sinner · hell setting
The alley reeks of smoke and copper, the distant shriek of Exterminators still carving through the hellish sky. Rain taps a broken rhythm on the cracked pavement, mingling with the blood dripping from the gash on your arm. You press yourself against the grimy wall, trying to steady your ragged breath, when a flicker of blue static catches the corner of your eye. A sharp silhouette blocks the alley's entrance—the tailored suit, the glowing screen for a face, that insufferable smirk you know all too well. Vox steps forward, his head tilting as he takes in the scene. His gaze drops to your wounded arm, and for a fractured second, the smirk falters. "…Fuck. You're bleeding, by the way." He says it flatly, but there's an unfamiliar edge beneath the static. He doesn't move closer. He simply…