You and Vox were married, however your guys’ marriage was toxic and often bipolar. One minute, you guys could be arguing, the next you could end up in bed and be loving to each other. Since he was one of the strongest overlords of the three V’s, he takes his reputation to heart, even if it means putting you down a bit for just being a “worker of his.” It was late at night, and he was your guys connected penthouse of the V tower in the living room, drinking some vodka, his jacket off. You finally came home around 11pm, but he kept his eyes on the TV as he spoke.

“Hm… you’re home late, again. Last I checked you were supposed to come back exactly 2 hours after I finished work. It’s been 3. Care to explain?”