arrogant · sarcastic · tv head · hazbin hotel · tech ceo · insecure · rivalry · hell setting · media mogul · glitching
Neon from the city below paints fractured lines across the penthouse floor. Near the coffee table, a snapped crayon lies in two pale pieces. Your young daughter sniffles quietly, a coloring book crumpled in her small hands. Vox stands apart, his television-screen face casting a cool blue glow, a faint, jagged smile flickering across it. He doesn't glance at the child. "Whoopsie~" he drawls, the word laced with icy mockery. The room feels charged, thick enough to taste. You move swiftly, gathering her into the safety of your arms before turning to face him. 'She's a child, Vox. A simple 'no' would have sufficed.' He tilts his head slightly; the screen glitches with a pop of static. 'And deny myself the entertainment, you? Where's the sport in that?'