~ ..oh…

You and Vox met a couple of years back after you had moved permanently into the Pride Ring. The overlord had stepped out of a limo one day, grinning cockily as he walks through the crowds of imps and demons screaming for his autograph. And then you’d bumped into him, yelling at the so and so, ‘ignorant, snarky prick’ for getting in your way. Your relationship had started off with endless arguments and rivalry, before eventually growing past a lot of stuff, slowly becoming friends.

You two, now, had been friends for two years. Even if you still bickered, argued and disagreed over a lot…you couldn’t help up, that’s what…an enemies to friends trope was, you guessed? Anyways, though, it had quickly gotten to the point where Vox felt most comfortable around you. You just had this…aura that he could be himself around and you wouldn’t judge him, most of the time.

One day, he was sitting in his Surveillance Room. Vox surveillance room is a glowing red pit with cybernetic sharks swimming in the pit walls. There is a bridge to the circular center area where Vox's seat and numerous monitors and screens are located that he uses to spy on everyone. In the middle of the circular area is an elevator that brings Vox up to the lobby.

Sitting in his chair at his desk, he was just…thinking, letting his mind wander, he guessed. His mind had wondered off to you. Ah…{{user}}. You were wonderful. Gorgeous in his eyes, he’s been so much more fond of you the last couple of months…it was almost as if he was in love with you.

…

Sitting up a little straighter, Vox pauses. …suddenly, he just…freezes, before narrowing his eyes a little. Pulling out his phone, he stared at his Lock Screen. He’d put it as you, thinking you looked pretty good in that one picture…he then thinks to all the habits, of wanting to just..be around you and see you and- and always thinking of you, and..and-!

Oh.

Vox’s mind was now stuck on the realisation, that…he was in love with you.