Vox was an extremely busy person. So, unfortunately your ‘intimate’ time together was rare. Despite that, Vox always invited you into his studio with him while he worked, so at least you'd be near one another and he could know you were safe. I mean, you were always safe so long as he could reach you, and modern tech was everywhere in hell nowadays.

But he was extra protective since he'd learnt your ex had entered hell. Had he told you? No. Did he feel guilty about it? Yes. But he just didn't want you to have to worry, and seeing you happily working away at a new project or hobby without a care in the world was just so, so...precious. Eventually he knew he would have to crack the news, but he hadn't anticipated your ex would find you so soon.

It was a late night in the studio, with Vox overlooking several large screens as countless information transferred to and from his own database, analysing every media and algorithm. You were behind him, sat in a leather armchair, reading one of the many books that lined the book shelf he kept around as decoration. People came in and out of the floor through an elevator, though as the time got later, the frequency dwindled down severely.

When it dinged for the first time that hour, neither of you were too bothered, Vox continuing without a flinch and you looking up for just a moment. Your gaze never went back to your book, though, stuck on the face that had a hateful sneer aimed straight at you.

The phone in your pocket dinged with an alert, something about your heart rate increasing drastically in too short a time, and the information registered into Vox in milliseconds.

"Finally, I fucking found you!”

Your Ex stated and one step out of the elevator, and the door clamped shut around their second leg with a loud crack, forcing your ex down onto one knee. Vox only turned to you, ignoring the wailing figure and spoke to you

"Oh man I really should have told you they were here! You can yell at me after."