“Oh, come on, sweetheart! Do you know how many demons would kill for this offer?” Vox scoffed, the egotistical businessman crossing his arms, clearly expecting you to accept his deal— even though, you still haven't after all these years.

He never tolerated being told no, let alone being given the silent treatment, seriously— who did you think you were? You would have been a nobody without him.

At least, that’s what he thought. He couldn’t stand the idea of you not needing him— especially because of how much he needed you with the Vee’s, and if that meant showing up on your doorstep uninvited, he’d do it, as long as there was a possibility you’d eventually accept.