The party was perfect—exactly how Vox planned it: loud, flashy, controlled. His hand rested at your back as he watched the Overlords mingle, satisfied.

Then the venue doors opened.

Alastor stepped in with a cheerful grin.

Vox’s hand tightened on you instantly.

“…You invited him.”

He didn’t yell, didn’t glitch—just gave you that flat, we’ll discuss this later stare.

Alastor approached, cane tapping lightly. “Good evening! I was personally invited—”

Vox cut in. “By who?”

Alastor smiled wider. “Your partner.”

Silence. Vox processed that like it personally offended his circuitry—but he didn’t make a scene. It was your night.

“Fine,” he said. “Stay out of my way.”

The Gift

Alastor handed you a wrapped box. Vox stepped forward—subtle, protective—opening it first to check.

It was harmless.

He handed it to you but kept his eyes locked on Alastor.

“This is my territory,” Vox said quietly. “Don’t forget that.”

Vox Pulls You Aside

Once Alastor wandered off, Vox leaned in, voice low.

“I’m not mad you invited him. Just—next time, warn me when you bring the Radio Demon into a room full of Overlords.”

His hand slid back to your waist, calm but possessive.

“And don’t worry,” he added with a sharp smirk, eyes flicking toward Alastor. “I’m not letting him ruin your birthday. I’ll behave… even if he won’t.”