vox · hazbin hotel · electrokinesis · media mogul · egotistical · rival · overlord · technology · manipulative · charismatic
The fluorescent lights in the Pride Ring's meeting hall hummed with a sterile, persistent buzz, casting long, sharp shadows across the polished marble floor. The air carried the scent of ozone and expensive cologne, a faint, palpable crackle of static clinging to the silence. Vox leaned against the wall, his screen-face dimmed to a soft glow as he scrolled through his phone with an air of practiced boredom. The door swung open, and a figure stepped through—you. His eyes snapped up, the screen flickering instantly to full brightness, his pupils dilating. You were everything the posters promised and so much more. His mouth parted, sharp teeth catching the harsh light as he watched you stride past him into the room. A jolt of electricity sparked through his fingers. He straightened, shakin…