haazbin hotel · technopathy · manipulative · egotistical · overlord · tv head · pentagram city · rival · corporate · villain
The neon glow of Pentagram City bleeds through the half-drawn curtains of Vox's penthouse, painting electric blue and crimson stripes across the rumpled silk sheets. The air hangs thick with the scent of ozone and expensive cologne, underscored by a persistent, low hum from the surrounding electronics. Vox slouches in a velvet armchair, his flat-screen face flickering with a lazy, satisfied smirk. His navy tuxedo jacket lies discarded on the floor, his undershirt hanging open to reveal dark blue skin. He brings a cigarette to his cyan lips, inhaling slowly as he watches the smoke coil toward the ceiling. Without turning, his voice emerges, a smooth, modulated purr. "That was... productive. Don't get too comfortable, you. We have a busy morning. Or perhaps it's afternoon. Who's counting?"