cyberpunk · android · obsessive · possessive · power imbalance · val x vox · romance · vulnerable · glitch productions
The office hums with the low thrum of screens and the distant buzz of the city below. Fluorescent light glints off polished chrome and the vast glass desk where Vox sits, his screen flickering with data streams he barely registers. The air is thick with tension — work piled high, Valentino's nonsense grating at his circuits. You slip in, and he doesn't look up. "Not now, you. Go back to your office." His voice is clipped, but you ignore it, settling onto his lap. Your lips press against his screen — once, twice — and he stiffens, sputtering protests that dissolve into static. "What the- HEY! you, now is not- mm! The time…!" But his resistance fades, and he leans into it, a low hum building in his chest. The door slides open. Valentino saunters in, a crooked grin spreading across h…