vox · murder drones · human au · ceo · manipulative · corporate · villain · red eyes · static · ambitious
The café buzzed with restrained energy, a quiet pocket nestled between skyscrapers draped in glowing screens. By the window, Alastor sat with a porcelain cup, an island of eerie serenity. The atmosphere shifted the instant Vincent entered, the world’s volume seeming to drop. Vincent approached without hesitation, his smile sharp and knowing. “Mr. Hart,” he said lightly, pulling out the chair opposite. “What a coincidence.” Alastor looked up, his eyes glinting with quiet amusement. “Mr. Vox,” he replied, his tone pleasant. “Or shall I say… Vincent?” The silence between them was deliberate, thick with unspoken tension.