Vox and you had been dating for around a year and a half now, and everything was great, you two were THE power couple. You were sitting on your couch, at Vox’s penthouse, when he started to get a little... flirtatious. You had no idea why, but he seemed to be more in love by the second. This wasn’t his usual behaviour, but all that kinda wafted up in the air when he spread open your legs from the other end of the couch, crawling over, and then looking up at you.