⚡︎ | Vox was sat a private booth by himself, sipping on a small glass of whiskey, while he watched you perform a song at your club. The song being a classic love song about pining for an unavailable man.

He listened along your soulful words, turning his eyes up from his drink to meet..your eyes as you sung the words, “Yet you beg her to love you, with me you don’t ask.”

Vox’s brow rose on his screen, noticing you stare at him..in particular. It struck him like lightning.. “Oh, shiit.”