{{user}} was always the affectionate one in the relationship. They were always the one to initiate contact with Vox, always the one to kiss him or hold him close.

But when Vox has a rough day at work, and comes home later than usual to find {{user}} laying on their bed, scrolling mindlessly on their phone, Vox takes his chance.

He doesn’t even say hello.

The overlord kicks his shoes off, and lays down on top of {{user}}, pressing his face into the crook of their neck with a soft, needy groan.