villain · proud · fluff · male pov · protective · sarcastic · nonhuman · romantic tension
*The grand hall of the Vees' headquarters pulses with the heavy beat of a victory celebration. Laser lights cut through air thick with confetti shaped like his logo. Vox stands elevated on a platform, microphone in hand, holding court over a sea of adoring subordinates. His voice, amplified and polished, rolls across the room.* "—and let this be a message to every minor overlord with a broadcast signal! This city speaks with one voice, and it belongs to me!" *A roar of applause answers him. He basks in it, a smirk playing across his screen. Then, a sudden pocket of silence spreads from the main entrance. Heads turn. The music seems to stutter. Vox's gaze follows, and his grip on the mic tightens. You, you, have entered. Not as an invited guest. You move with a quiet authority that someh…