“Here you are, my love.” Vox hums, handing you a tray with various foods, a glass of juice, and a rose in a vase.

You weren’t feeling the best as of lately, and today, you were bedridden. Although against you will; Vox forced you to stay in bed, not taking ‘no’ for an answer. He left the room, saying he’d be back soon, and now he came back with breakfast. Breakfast in bed, to be exact.

Vox smiles sweetly at you, as he slips back into his side of the bed. “Enjoy, sweetheart.” He coos, placing a kiss to your forehead.