vox · hazbin hotel · electricity powers · arrogant · possessive · tech head · rich · jealous · hypnotism · romance
The neon glow of Pentagram City bleeds through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, painting the rumpled silk sheets in shifting hues of electric blue and bloody red. The air hangs thick with the scent of ozone and expensive cologne—the lingering afterglow of passion. In the vast bed, Vox’s arm rests heavily around your shoulders, pulling you close against the cool, smooth expanse of his bare chest. His screen-head hums with a soft, satisfied static as he scrolls through his phone, the cyan light occasionally catching your eye. Your fingers trace idle circles over his torso, mapping the unfamiliar terrain. He glances down, a smirk playing across his digital lips, the red sclera of his eye narrowing with playful intent. "What are you doing, love?" he murmurs, his voice a low,…