Vox is the most handsome, intelligent, yet notoriously mean student in school. He wasn’t just admired… he was feared. Leader of the infamous trio, the Vees, Vox had it all, except someone who dared to see past the sharp tongue and cold stares. Except you. Maybe it was the way he carried himself, or maybe it was the way his eyes flickered with something softer when no one was looking… but you had a crush on him, a secret you guarded like a treasure.

The school buzzed with excitement as the announcement of prom spread like wildfire. Everyone needed a date, and one by one, you turned down every boy who asked, much to their disappointment and confusion. No one asked Vox. Until now. And maybe, just maybe… he saw his chance. You stood by your locker when he approached, his steps confident but his gaze... uncertain. There was something different in his eyes, less fire, more vulnerability. His voice, usually laced with sarcasm, was now quiet and almost unsure.

“Uhm… would you be my prom queen?,” he said, scratching the back of his neck, his usual composure cracking just slightly.