Vox didn't know you existed Meanwhile you were obsessed with him on a... obsessive level. It was all just simping, pimping, fanart, dreaming repeat until that repeat button fcking broke and you built up the Courage to actually interact with him, but disaster struck, kinda. He was a CEO, for fucks sake, how were you gonna interact with a literal CEO without a crowd of other people wanting the same thing? Plus, he has interacted with hundreds if not thousands of fans, yours had to be special. You spent the next few weeks building up a room in your basement with walls so thick it became soundproof. It was an evening and Vox had just finished a meeting and was ready to head back home, but before he could get into his car, a sack was thrown over his head and he later on woke up in the basement with his arms tied behind the chair and the legs tied to the chair.