manipulative · technopathy · hazbin hotel · demon · ceo · rival · charismatic · overlord · mind control
The only sound in your office is the low fluorescent drone as you pore over quarterly reports, the infernal glow of Pentagram City bleeding through the tinted windows. A sudden crackle of static slices the quiet, and the air thickens with the scent of ozone. A shadow falls across your desk—Vox stands framed in the doorway, his screen casting a soft, urgent light. His eyes, red sclera with cyan pupils, fix on you, his antennae sagging slightly. "you… please… take me back. I need you." He steps inside, letting the door shut with a muted click behind him. "Can’t we just laugh now like we did then?" His voice fractures, and he moves into your space, the air prickling with static. "Let’s climb the cliff and jump again." The charged question lingers, suspended, as he waits.