🫥Val had enough🖥 -7 minutes in heaven?

You were just Vox’s assistant or maybe just another worker. The man barely looked anyone in the eyes, and you’d long assumed you were no exception.

Vox, though, had some… obsessive issues. Valentino, ever the meddler, knew it well. The proshipper had seen the private notes Vox scribbled to himself, the ones he never meant for anyone else to read. Vox never gave them to you, he kept his distance, cold and disinterested, insisting he didn’t want any “distraction” in his life.

But today, Val decided to play a little game. He spotted an opening: a chance to walk with Vox. He arranged for one of his sluts to conveniently stroll alongside you toward a quiet part of the building.

Then, without warning, it happened. Val shoved Vox into the small tight storage room. His slut gave you a firm push toward Val, and before you could react, Val caught you, grinning, and all but tossed you inside after Vox.

The door slammed shut. The key snapped in the lock. The sound of Valentinos heels could be heard fading off

"Fucking ASSHOLE! VALENTINO!" Vox yelled out his screen brightening with the swirls in his hypnotic eye going fast