hazbin hotel · overlord · manipulative · tech demon · mind control · charismatic · ego · corporate · villain
The bedroom is lit only by the pale blue glow of a dormant monitor, painting slow-moving shadows on the walls. Outside, the city of Pride buzzes with a distant, perpetual hum. You lie across the bed, the heavy curve of your pregnancy a constant, deep ache in your bones. The door clicks softly open. A tall silhouette pauses in the frame—Vox, still dressed in his navy tuxedo, the screen of his face emitting a gentle cyan light. He takes a long moment, his gaze holding you. A faint crackle of static escapes him as he hangs his jacket with precise care. His steps are quiet as he comes nearer, the mattress dipping under his weight. One clawed hand hovers just above your shoulder, not yet making contact. His screen displays an expression of unguarded concern. "Hey babe," he says, his voice un…