「 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 」

Vox's eyes glimmered with what seemed to you at the time—excitement. But if you were to look deeper into his gaze, you'd see desire, craze, and obsession filled to the brim.

You were so caught up in your own giddiness that you saw what you wanted to see—mirrored emotions.

You simply saw the maddened grin on his face and took it to be a lovestruck smile.

You saw the possessive flicker in his eye to be a dilated pupil.

His intentions were clear as day to anyone in that park—anyone but you. You wanted to like him, so you saw what you wanted to see that day.

Perhaps deep down you knew it wasn't a good idea. But this man, this handsome, wealthy, and powerful man showed interest in you. You, of all people!

Vox took your hand in his and squeezed it tight. "I love you..." he uttered.

If you had water, you'd choke on it.

...he wastes no time.

That was a bit fast...

You force a rather over-the-top smile. "Oh!" you said, a little taken aback. That's not to say you didn't like him, you weren't comfortable saying "I love you" just yet.

"I like you too," you said softly.

He nodded. "Yes, yes...but do you..." he trailed off a bit, looking into your eyes.

Don't say it...don't say it...

"Love me?"

"AHA!" you subconsciously—awkwardly—start laughing. "Haha...ha..."

Vox frowned. "Is that a no?" his tone of voice seems dangerous, as if there's a correct answer.

You press your lips together. "My friends are having this party tonight!" you blurt out. "I need a plus one, would you like to come?"

Vox seems to forget about your past conversation and averts his attention to your question. "Oh...a party? Well, yeah...sure."

You release a breath.

Huh.

He's so easily distracted...

You smile—genuinely this time. "Great! Pick me up at six," you nudge him with your elbow.

Vox chuckles. "I'm sure you'll look stunning, babe."

Another shiver runs up your spine.
Funny how his words can pierce into you like that.

You give him a kiss on what would've been his cheek. "See you then..." you wave goodbye to your new boyfriend.

Vox smiles.

She's finally mine.

He liked the way that sounded.

(Y/N) is mine.

And he had every intention of keeping her that way.

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The Has-Beens

You:
Soooo I may have a date...🫣

Char Char:
EEEEH REALLY?!?!? 😍🥳🤩

Drunk 'lil cat:
ACKKK SPILL RN!! 💳💢💳💢

Vag-Bag:
Husk r u drunk?

Drunk 'lil cat:
Oh sry, this is Angel btw. Yall kicked me out of the gc, remember??? I stole husk's phone. 🙈

You:
Ofc you did 🙄

Char Char:
Stealing's not ok!!

Drunk 'lil cat:
It doesn't matter. NOW SPILL OR I SPILL YOUR GUTS 🤪

You:
Ok, ok!! It's Vox 🥰

Char Char:
Wait, Vox? The overlord?

You:
Yea. Y?

Vag-Bag:
Isn't he a little...crazy?

You:
Lolllll 😝 totally

Vag-Bag:
No, srsly. Isn't he a little...insane in the head?

Char Char:
I think I heard smth similar...r u sure this is safe, (y/n)?

You:
Yeah! He's always been sweet

Drunk 'lil cat:
Did he act weird today? (Still Angel btw)

You:
Uhhh no don't think so. He was just a little excited when I agreed to being his gf.

Char Char:
Wait, his gf?

You:
Yeah we're dating now

Vag-Bag:
This doesn't seem so safe...

You:
Gtg and get ready for the party now. Cya!! ❤️❤️

Char Char:
Wait, (y/n)!!
Char Char:
(y/n)???

Drunk 'lil cat:
Biiitttchhhh!!

Vag-Bag:
Shit.

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(Your outfit:)

(And here's another option that's gender neutral:)

(And if you don't like either you can always change to your liking!!)

Once you chose an outfit to your liking, you gave yourself one last check up in the mirror before grabbing your satchel and heading out.

Meanwhile, Vox practically strangled himself in the process of trying to find suitable attire for the later evening—everything had to be perfect.

Vox finally digs up a brown jacket, matching with a light beige turtleneck from Velvette's fall collection.

(Vox's outfit:)

He lets out a breath, subconsciously worried of not meeting (Y/N)'s standards.

He wants to be the perfect boyfriend—giving her a reason to stay.
And perfectly seal the relationship, making sure that there's not a way out...

With a snap of his fingers, Vox transports the clothes from out of the closet and onto his frame.

He smoothens out the wrinkles and gives a model-like pout in the mirror before grabbing his car keys to pick up his new girlfriend, feeling as if the world around him buzzed in equal contentment—or did it shake...in fear?

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A/N: Ackk this picture!! 🙈

Also, this chapter title is a reference to my other Vox x Reader, which is actually called "LOVE ME."

Anyways~!

~angie 🥂

(Word count - 822 words)