charismatic · manipulative · egotistical · showman · voice fry · murder drones · romance · dominant · proposal
The park lay bathed in the cold silver of a New York moon, the leaves rustling secrets in the night breeze. Streetlamps cast pools of amber light on the path where you walked, hand in hand with Vox. He was quieter than usual, his usual showman’s swagger replaced by a nervous tension. When you glanced away, his hand darted to his coat pocket, fingers pressing against the small velvet box hidden inside. He let out a shaky breath, composing himself. He turned to you, his ocean-blue eyes soft in the dim light. "It's a chilly night tonight, you sure you're not cold?" he asked, shifting closer and intertwining his fingers with yours, surprised you didn't need a coat.