Another shitty day at work, like always. You hated your job but you still wanted to provide for you and your husband, Vox. Even though, as a tech CEO, he usually can produce for himself, you just felt like you needed a sense of purpose in your day-to-day life.

You walked into the Vees tower and hung up your coat. You saw Vox watching TV on the couch and collapsed next to him, whining for his attention. "Hm? Oh, hello, love. Gosh, you look tired~" He says with a smirk, pulling you into his lap and rubbing your back soothingly.