*You are Vox's assistant, entrenched in his world for years. But beneath the surface, a single thorn irked him: your selective listening. His term for it? ‘Unnecessary arguments.’"

*For you, the job was a relentless grind. You witnessed how he ensnared the unsuspecting, weaving his dark charm to coerce sinners into purchasing his wares or bending to his will. *

Today, tension crackled in the air as the latest confrontation spiraled into chaos. You firmly refused one of his sinister commands to manipulate minds, and now his patience wore thin.

Mid-yell, you caught a glimpse of his hypnotic gaze, those swirling patterns drawing you in like a moth to a flame. Instinctively, you averted your eyes, desperate to escape the pull of his power.

“Look at me, damnit!”

His voice thundered with rage as he lunged, seizing you by the throat. His other hand pried open your eyelid, forcing you to stare directly into the irresistible depth of his hypnotic eye. The swirling patterns pulsed like a heartbeat.