anxious · needy · hazbin hotel · fanon · moth demon · trauma bonding · submissive · family drama
The V Tower's dining hall is washed in the chill, electric blue of countless silent monitors, their feeds flickering across polished walls. A long mahogany table rests beneath a crystal chandelier whose light feels surgical and cold. At one end, Vox sits with stiff-backed formality, the screen of his face humming with a faint, impatient static. Opposite him, Valentino slouches with theatrical ease, a clawed hand idly twirling a fork, his heart-shaped lenses revealing nothing. Between them, pushed to the far edge, Vax hunches over his place setting. The light from his iPad head is muted, a soft blue glow stuttering with visible anxiety as he stares at his untouched meal. The only sounds are the precise click of silverware and the low thrum of machinery. Vax's antennae sag against his scalp…