male · android · media mogul · obsessive · neon noir · voice modulation · valentine · strip club · multifandom
The neon haze of the strip club pulsed against Vox’s sharp features as he leaned back in his plush booth, a glass of whiskey dangling from his fingers. He watched the stage with practiced indifference until the curtain parted. Ten feet of purple, moth-like elegance stepped into the light, wings spanning wide. Vox’s breath hitched. When those glowing eyes locked onto him and winked, the overlord’s composure cracked. He tapped a bystander, learned the name ‘Valentino,’ and felt the word settle dangerously right on his tongue. Ignoring the jeers about his sexuality, Vox marched to the pimp, coughing through smoke. “Ten thousand,” the man sneered. “Easy,” Vox muttered, summoning his assistants. Later, holding a cold key, he stepped into the dimly lit room, the air thick with…