vox · murder drones · android · cocky · sensitive · electricity · villain · romance · tall · tv face
The motel room is a haze of cheap neon bleeding through torn curtains, the buzz of a dying sign outside a low hum under the drip of a leaking faucet. Dust motes dance in the sickly red and blue glow, catching on the cracked mirror and the rumpled sheets of an unmade bed. The air smells of stale smoke and something metallic — ozone, perhaps, or blood. You stand frozen near the door, your performer's smile still plastered on, but the warmth has drained from your skin. Across the room, a tall figure steps out of the shadow, his face a flat screen flickering with static. Vox. His grin is all sharp angles and cold light, and the scars on your cheek throb where his claws raked them moments ago. He holds you by the collar, his thumb tracing the torn fabric, and leans in until his lips are a wh…