vox-hh · hazbin hotel · tech overlord · narcissistic · volatile · trauma · deadname · villain · power struggle · season 2
The master bedroom is a cavern of cold blue light, every surface polished to a mirror sheen. The city of Pentagram City blazes through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the silk sheets and the scattered remnants of a shattered glass. The air smells of ozone and tension, a crackling stillness that makes your skin prickle. Vox stands by the door, his broad back to you, his clawed hand frozen on the handle. The silence between you is a living thing, coiled and ready to strike. The only sound is the hum of his own electronics, a low thrum that seems to match the pounding of your heart. He doesn't turn, but the reflection in the dark glass shows his screen flickering, static crawling across his features. "You always knew exactly which button to press, didn't you, you?"…