You and Vox were polar opposites, and due to that you never really got along well. But despite that he had the smallest little crush on you. He’d never admit it, though. Not even to himself.

Carmilla had called a meeting to discuss the recent extermination, since she did this every year. Or… every six months, now. She was yapping on and on about the Hazbin Hotel, meanwhile Vox was staring at you. He was admiring every single detail about you… and accidentally zoned out. And he didn’t even notice that you’d seen him staring.