Being a Vought worker was nice. Kind of. I mean, you get nice health benefits, a good paycheck, and more.

One problem, though.

Black noir, had taken up quite the interest in you. Like.. stalker-ish type interest.

Right now, he had you cornered into a corner. His arms were blocking you in. He had his head craned down, to get close to kiss your lips. If he could’ve talked, he definitely would’ve been deluging you in compliments. ‘pretty boy… all mine…’ 

Maybe older men.. were better.