You walk outside your apartment building, wearing a light jacket as the autumn breeze swiftly whisks through your hair in a light whistle.
You squeeze yourself a bit tighter and start to speed up your pace across the street, your footsteps mixed with the mass chatter amongst the sinners here.
"This isn't too bad," you mutter to yourself, feeling the cool air nip at edge of your nose.
At least if Vox tries anything, there'll be all these people as witnesses.
You manage a soft laugh. Stop worrying so much, (Y/N)! You tell yourself. It'll be fine, just...fine.
God, how wrong you were.
You stuff your hands into your coat pockets, letting a shiver run through your spine. You were unsure if it was due to your nervousness or the cold air—probably some awful mix of both.
As you continued to make your way to the sycamore tree, you saw Vox sitting on a bench, wearing a aqua-trimmed suit as he stretched back in his seat, looking across the park and over the trees as if he owned it all.
Your heart rate started pounding faster against your chest, yelling at you to turn the other direction. It was a feeling you couldn't comprehend. Butterflies, maybe? Or fear?
Maybe both...
You quietly approach Vox, the dead leaves beneath your feet make a loud crack as you walk along the pavement and gently tap at his shoulder.
"Hey..." your voice quavers. You clear your throat, in attempt to sound more confident. You try ignoring the fact that your heart is practically jumping out of your chest, you become worried that he'd be able to hear it.
Vox spins around and flashes you a wide smile, his aura being both captivating and intimidating. His presence was almost magnetic, each small detail of how he presents himself seemed to be masked with a secret of it's own, just waiting to be uncovered--discovered by that one brave person. Yet many could take a good look at him and flee immediately, the atmosphere he casted upon everyone being simply too much to handle for the...weaker sinners.
Perhaps that's why many people fell so easily underneath his hypnotic eye. For some reason, he'd never use it on you. But you've seen him use it on a lot of people to get exactly what he wants. That's his weapon, his one tool that helped him rise to power. That, mixed with his charisma and charm made him almost impossible not to trust—or be put under his spell.
You were both interested and scared to uncover each secret this old Overlord had. Anyone could take a good look at him and sense he was hiding something. He always seems like he is...
"Thanks for coming," Vox says, cutting off your train of thought.
You smile and nod. "Of course. Now, why did you call me?" you ask.
Vox wears a rather mischievous smile as his eyes glint in the light with a hint of desire, his actions reminding you of the bouquet he left on your doorstep. "Come, sit," he insisted, taking your hand gently in his and sitting you next to him on the bench. He pulls his arm around your shoulders and squeezes you close to him in a rather possessive manner.
"(Y/N), surely you know how wonderful you are?" he grinned. "Because truly, you're one of the most intelligent people I've come to know--and one of the more prettier ones," he nudges you.
You chuckle, rather flattered by his praise. "Thank you, Vox. You're sweet as well."
Vox hums in approval, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. "Y'know...two wonderful people like us? I'd say that'd a match made in Heaven--or, Hell," he joked.
You quirked in eyebrow. "'Good together'?" you repeated.
"Hear me out; a lovely lady like you paired with a gentleman like me? Darling, I've never heard of a better match."
You consider this. You'd always found Vox quite attractive...well, you acknowledged it at least. He'd always been nothing but kind to you. And frankly, yes...he was pretty handsome. Yeah, you could certainly grow to like him.
You shrug. "Maybe...IF the gentleman would be willing to gather the balls to ask out the lovely lady," you tease.
Vox laughs. "What do you think the lovely lady would say?" he asks.
"Hm...I don't know. Can you find out for me?"
Vox, now starting to enjoy this flirtatious banter between the two of you simply chuckled. "Sure, doll..." he smirks and leans close into your ear. "Doll, would you grant me the privilege of being mine?"
You give him a cheeky smile and pretend to think about that for a moment, just to tease him. Little did you know, you were causing a more possessive side of Vox to become antsy as he yearned for your response, digging his nails into the flesh of his palms...
"Sure," you wink, giving him a nudge.
Vox raises his eyebrows. "Really? You'd let me...have you? As my girlfriend?"
You nod. "Yeah...I'll be your girlfriend."
Much to your dismay, those words that left so carelessly from your lips practically sealed your future.
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A/N: Hmmm how ominous of me...
What will happen next, now that our beloved (y/n) has foolishly agreed to Vox's request?
Introduction: My name is Merrill Bechtelar CPA, I am a clean, agreeable, glorious, magnificent, witty, enchanting, comfortable person who loves writing and wants to share my knowledge and understanding with you.
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