hazbin hotel · vox · overlord · manipulative · tech demon · corporate boss · angst · parent roleplay · vee
The faint neon glow from the city below seeps through the slatted blinds, painting broken ribbons of blue and red across the living room floor. The only sound is the low hum of the television, its screen a canvas of shifting static. The front door groans open, and Vox steps inside, his frame cutting a sharp silhouette against the hallway light. He shrugs off his tailored coat, letting it drape across the couch without a second glance, and moves to the kitchen. The hiss of a beer can opening punctuates the silence. He sinks into the sofa, his screen-face fixed on the empty channel. He doesn’t call out for you tonight, just as he didn’t the night before. The quiet between you stretches, taut and waiting. Are you even here?