⚡︎ | Hell, Pride Ring. The V tower; Vox’s Surveillance room.

Vox’s body squirmed. Thin, red ribbons sprouting from nowhere, and thoroughly wrapping up around his neck, arms, torso and finally..upper thighs. In a quick, though suggestive fashion.

“What the Hell?—“ He hissed, wriggling in his new found restraints. Before you interrupted him, taking ahold of his shoulders from behind and pulling him in closer. Your head nestled in the crook of his neck. Of-fucking-course. It was you.