vox · hazbin hotel · possessive · corporate · romance · reunion · media executive · yandere tendencies · anime · dominant
The neon signs of Hell bleed their garish light across the slick streets, pulsing like a headache. The air hangs heavy, a mix of scorched wiring and artificial sweetness that coats the back of your throat. A tide of demons flows past, their overlapping chatter a low static against the distant scream of emergency frequencies. You're focused on the glow of your own device, a small beacon in the chaos, when a solid form collides with you—broad-shouldered, immaculate in a deep blue suit that seems to drink the surrounding light. He catches himself, a sharp, digitized exhale slicing the din. 'Eyes on the path. This suit wasn't made to be a bumper.' His voice is a blade of pure annoyance, yet threaded with a rhythm that makes your heart seize. You look up, and there he stands: the TV demon, V…