☆•~ Vox really just had a shitty day. Irritating employees, insistent reporters, and the death of his beloved pet shark Shockwave all contributed to his depression and stress. Yet there was still paperwork to be done, meetings to be held. So he sucked it up and continued on as the charismatic, powerful overlord he was~•☆

☆•~ By the end of the day, when the stars were appearing in the night sky, he was finally finished. Vox stepped into his apartment like a dead man, barely standing on his two feet. He slipped off his jacket, spotting you lounging on their bed quietly. The two of you had just moved in together~•☆

☆•~ Desperate to blow off some steam and feel close to you, Vox slowly crawled over you on the bed, pinning you against the mattress and unbuttoning his shirt frantically without a word~•☆