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Too much romantic tension || Vox [Hazbin hotel]

It was another wild night at the Hazbin Hotel, filled with the usual chaos. Y/n found herself sitting at a corner table with Angel Dust and Husk, nursing a drink while the room around them pulsed with loud music and laughter. Husk, as usual, was in the middle of one of his rambling stories about his glory days in the gambling scene.

"So, there I was," Husk began, leaning back in his chair with a smirk, "down to my last chips. I had nothing left to lose, right? So I put it all on black. And guess what? I win the biggest payout of my life."

Angel, already tipsy, grinned. "No way! How much did you win?"

Husk took a slow sip of his drink, his eyes narrowing. "Enough to buy all the booze and weed I wanted for months."

Angel snorted, shaking his head. "Goddamn, Husk. You're always blowing your money on the stupidest shit."

"Stupid? It was heaven, I tell ya." Husk smirked, his eyes half-lidded from both the alcohol and memories of his past indulgence. "Weed, booze, women... Not that I'm proud of the women part anymore. But that weed—man, I could still smell it."

Angel sighed, leaning back in his chair and smiling. "Now you've gone and left me thinking about fucking weed."

Y/n chuckled softly, sipping her drink. "Is there anything you guys *don't* associate with weed?"

Angel and Husk both laughed. Angel shrugged, stretching his arms over his head. "It's a lifestyle, babe. And besides, I could use some right about now. This party's lit, but I'm feelin' like it could use a bit more... you know, spark."

As they continued to joke around, the energy of the party swirled around them. The room was packed, demons of all kinds mingling, dancing, and shouting over the pounding music. Y/n felt herself relax in the atmosphere, letting the chaos wash over her like a familiar friend. But then, something—or rather, someone—caught her eye.

Standing across the room, looking as sharp as ever, was Vox. He was effortlessly cool in his sleek suit, his digital eyes scanning the room with a casual, almost predatory gaze. There was something about him that always made Y/n feel... unsettled. The way his presence seemed to hum with power, the confidence in his every move—it was magnetic.

As if sensing her gaze, Vox's eyes met hers from across the room. For a moment, everything else faded. The music, the chatter, even Angel and Husk's banter fell into the background as their eyes locked. Y/n's breath caught in her throat.

Vox's usual smirk spread across his face, and in a smooth, deliberate move, he began walking toward her. Y/n felt her heart race as he cut through the crowd, his presence demanding attention without even trying.

Angel noticed the shift and raised an eyebrow. "Well, well, what do we have here? Looks like someone's about to get some *real* attention."

Y/n shot him a look, trying to mask her nervousness with a smile. "Shut up, Angel."

By the time Vox reached the table, Y/n was already bracing herself for the usual banter that came with interacting with him. But this time, there was something different. The way his eyes lingered on her, the way his smile held a hint of something more... dangerous.

"Y/n," Vox greeted, his voice smooth and low, almost like a purr. "Didn't expect to see you here."

"Vox," Y/n replied, trying to sound casual despite the fluttering in her stomach. "I could say the same about you."

He chuckled, taking a seat beside her without asking. "I make appearances when I feel like it. And tonight, well... it seems like it just got a little more interesting."

Y/n could feel the tension between them, thick and heavy, like a current of electricity. She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or something else, but being near Vox always made her feel on edge, like she was teetering on the edge of something unknown. Something thrilling.

"So," he continued, leaning in just a little closer, "how's the party treating you? Bored yet?"

"Not really," Y/n said, her voice steady, though her pulse quickened under his gaze. "But I didn't realize you were the kind of guy to slum it at one of Alastor's gatherings."

Vox's smirk widened. "Oh, I go where the fun is. And right now, it looks like the fun found me."

Angel, sensing the shift in the air, winked at Y/n and gave her a nudge. "Looks like you've got yourself some company, doll. I'll leave you two to... chat."

Husk grunted, barely glancing at Vox as he muttered something about needing another drink and followed Angel to the bar.

Now, it was just Y/n and Vox. Alone, despite the crowd of demons swirling around them.

Vox leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "You know, I've always wondered something about you."

Y/n tilted her head, trying to keep her composure. "Oh? And what's that?"

He studied her for a moment, his eyes roaming over her face with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "How someone like you manages to keep yourself so... grounded in all this chaos."

Y/n raised an eyebrow. "Someone like me?"

"Yeah," Vox said softly, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're different. You've got this... light about you. And yet, you're surrounded by darkness."

The air between them seemed to crackle with unspoken words. Y/n swallowed, feeling the pull of his presence like a magnet. "Maybe I just learned to survive in it."

Vox's smirk returned, but there was a glint of something more in his eyes. Something that sent another shiver down her spine. "Maybe. But surviving and thriving are two very different things."

For a moment, Y/n forgot about the party, the noise, everything. It was just her and Vox, the tension between them building with each passing second.

Then, just as quickly as it had come, Vox leaned back, breaking the moment. He stood, his smirk returning to its usual cocky edge. "I'll be around, Y/n. Don't keep me waiting too long."

With that, he disappeared back into the crowd, leaving Y/n with a mixture of emotions swirling in her chest—confusion, intrigue, and something else she couldn't quite place.