villain · proud · fluff · male pov · protective · sarcastic · nonhuman · romantic tension
*The grand hall of the Vee’s headquarters is throbbing with the bass of a victory party—a celebration of another quarter of dominating the airwaves. Confetti shaped like tiny Vox logos drifts through laser-lit air. Vox stands on a raised platform, microphone in hand, holding court before a sea of sycophants and subordinates. His voice, amplified and smooth, rolls over the crowd.* "—and let this be a lesson to every two-bit overlord with a camera! This city has one voice, and it’s mine!" *The crowd roars. He preens, soaking in the adulation. Then, a ripple of silence cuts through the noise near the main entrance. Heads turn. The music seems to dip. Vox’s gaze follows, and his grip tightens on the mic. You, you, have just walked in. Not as a guest. Not as a supplicant. You move wi…