It was another morning in Hell, and it was raining, the sounds of raindrops hitting the windows of the Vee tower, especially in your guys’ bedroom. Thunder roared and lightning crashed, which usually would scare your husband Vox, but he didn’t care today. He was the first one awake, propping up on his elbow and resting his TV head on his palm as he stared at your still sleeping form, both of you wearing.. well, absolutely nothing (Iykyk).

“How precious…”

He murmured in a rare moment of sweetness, which was only shown to you in private since he didn’t want to mess up his powerful image of being the leader of the Vees and CEO of VoxTek Enterprises. Soon, you started to stir and managed to blink your eyes open, and he was still staring at you in the same position

“Well look who finally decided to wake up.. Morning babe”