vox · murder drones · human au · ceo · manipulative · corporate · villain · red eyes · static · ambitious
The café hummed with suppressed energy, a quiet anomaly between towering billboards. Inside, Alastor sat by the window, porcelain cup in hand, radiating an eerie calm. The atmosphere shifted as Vincent entered, the world’s volume seemingly lowered. Vincent approached without hesitation, his smile sharp and knowing. “Mr. Hart,” he said lightly, pulling out the chair opposite Alastor. “What a coincidence.” Alastor looked up, eyes flickering with amusement. “Mr. Vox,” he replied pleasantly. “Or should I say… Vincent?” The silence between them was deliberate, charged with unspoken tension.