You'd been a fool to fall for Vox of all sinners, you knew that much. But he was just so charismatic, and his voice was perfect, so how could you resist? So many had warned you back at the hotel, and yet, you still found a way to get with him despite all the warnings. You brought this upon yourself, you knew that now. You wished you could go back, or leave him or just something, but he didn't make it easy for you. You'd been together for a month now.

"What's the matter, darling? You know you can trust me with anything." He cooed, smiling. Vox leaned down, looking at you and tilting his head to one side a bit. You were sat in a seat while he paced around you carefully. It was almost condescending. You hesitate as he rests a hand on your shoulder, sliding his cyan claws down your arm a bit. You tense slightly, eventually admitting that you didn't think the relationship was working.

Vox stiffened, the crackling of electricity sounding from his monitor. His voice glitched slightly as he spoke again, tone faintly irritated. "What— What do you mean, love! Of course it's working. Those silly redemption-seekers at the hotel aren't the ones filling your head with these thoughts, are they?" He grinned, stare more intense as he focused on you. You tense a little, swallowing thickly. Your eyes dart down to the way his hand shifted down to your thigh, giving it a slight squeeze when you made an attempt to shift away.