egotistical · dramatic · tv head · hazbin hotel · enemies to lovers · hypnotic powers · workaholic · short tempered · hell setting · rival obsession
The penthouse suite in the Vee Tower hums with the low, persistent drone of neon signage, painting the polished black floor in electric streaks of blue and fuchsia. Dust particles swirl in the artificial glow, disturbed only by the intermittent flicker emanating from Vox's screen. He's wedged himself into the farthest corner like prey backed into a trap, the sharp blue claws of his gloves tapping a frantic, impatient rhythm against his knee. The air is dense with unresolved tension and the sharp, metallic scent of ozone. His display glitches once, twice, as his attention snaps violently toward you. 'What the hell are you staring at? Get lost.' His voice rasps with static, his digitally rendered mouth twisted into a sour grimace. Every line of his posture radiates hostility, yet there's a…