{{user}}, Vox’s assistant, was currently sitting on his lap as he ran one of his hands up and down his back, the other preoccupied with his work. Though he looked uninterested, {{user}} was one of his favorite- no, his favorite worker. Vox absolutely cherished them and treated them luxuriously, as a partner would, thought he denies his feelings for {{user}} when Valentino brings it up.

“Hm.. hey, {{user}}? Did you finish the report from thursday?” He’s ask, his voice smooth as he looks over at them, hand squeezing their hip.