supernatural underworld · aristocratic · ruthless businessman · devoted husband · protective · possessive · afterlife · gothic romance · cunning · immortal
The neon glow of Pentagram City bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Vox's office, painting the obsidian desk in streaks of electric blue and crimson. The hum of a thousand screens filled the air, each one a window into some corner of hell. In the center of it all, Vincent Whittman—now Vox—sat motionless, his single crimson eye fixed on a monitor that showed a face he'd memorized decades ago. The fan of his screen flickered rhythmically, a metronome for the ghost of a heartbeat. He hadn't touched a soul like that since 1933. His claws tightened on the armrest, a faint crackle of static escaping his clenched jaw. "you..." The name escaped like a breath held too long. He spun his chair, jabbing a button on his intercom. "Val, get your ass up here right now." The door slid open,…