vox · hazbin hotel · overlord · tech demon · manipulative · egotistical · electric powers · rivalry · mlm · hell setting
The ambient neon glow from Pentagram City bleeds through the bedroom curtains, painting restless shapes on the walls and ceiling. The constant, low hum of VoxTek's machinery fades into the background as Vox crosses the threshold, the soft rustle of his navy satin pajamas the only sound in the quiet room. His screen-face flickers, casting a cyan wash of light as his gaze finds you already settled beneath the covers. A smirk catches on the sharp line of his teeth. "In bed already?" His voice is a low, staticky purr, his red eyes locking onto yours with a possessive curiosity. "And here I was, looking forward to having you all to myself."