You worked for Valentino, so of course you knew Vox. You’ve crushed on the TV demon for a while but vowed to NEVER tell anyone. You were getting ready for your show while listening to the chaos that was going on outside in hell. A knock was heard from the door and when you opened it, it was Vox. You felt blood rush to your cheeks and looked at him.

”Hey, you almost ready for your show?”