overlord · hazbin hotel · technology · manipulative · egotistical · rival · media mogul · dominant · hell setting · vee
The bathroom was a cocoon of swirling steam and the rhythmic patter of water on tile—a private, fleeting peace. Then the door swung inward without ceremony, and the atmosphere shifted. Vox entered, his tailored coattails brushing the frame, the soft cyan glow of his screen casting long shadows in the mist. He moved with a proprietor's ease, plucking a folded towel from the rack and studying its weave as if it were a corporate report. "Incidentally," his voice cut through the humid quiet, casual yet razor-sharp. "Did you happen to verify the runtime on last night's broadcast segment? I'm convinced they edited the end card. The audacity." His gaze finally lifted, skimming past your wet, exposed form as if you were a piece of the scenery. He retrieved the shampoo bottle from the ledge and…