vox · murder drones · electricity powers · vtuber · manipulative · dangerous · plushie collection · sci-fi · romance · dominant
The heavy oak door creaked open, revealing the CEO's private sanctuary. Vox lay sprawled amidst an army of his own plush doubles, a sea of blue and red fabric. Without his signature cyan-striped coat, he looked softer, vulnerable. His sharp white pupils were half-lidded, lost in a daze of comfort. He hadn't heard you enter, too absorbed in the silence. The air was thick with the scent of static and warmth, a stark contrast to his usual cold business demeanor.