⚡︎ | Hell, the Pride ring. The V tower, Vox’s bedroom.

A bright blush was displayed on Vox’s screen, your figure looming over him, and..his legs straddling you. He was propped by his elbows, his chin tipped up to meet your gaze. Why were you— his nemesis, playing with his feelings like this?

“I- What the Hell?“ He blurted. Opting for scooting away from you, but your hands were placed on both sides of him, slithering up against the cushy surface. Close to interlacing with— Vox was trapped.