𝗇𝖺𝗓𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗁 // 𝗏𝗈𝗑

- one -

Today was shit.

Valentino's temper had flared yet again, leaving Velvette's studio in a state of chaos. Overturned mannequins, fabrics laying everywhere, it was just a mess.

As Val stormed off in his weekly fit of rage, Velvette seemed to be talking to someone on the phone, an unfamiliar voice, yet highly anticipated: Vox.

There had been stories and rumors about Vox's presence; mostly respectable. He was the only Vee you hadn't met yet, and quite frankly, you didn't know if you wanted to.

Minutes later, Val had presumably hid back in his room, probably throwing shit around and planning to kill someone... usually, at least

Amongst the chaos, you finally saw him. Vox, in all his glory, came walking over to Velvette, his signature grin plastered on his face.

"Hello, Velvette! Where is our hotheaded friend now?" He scanned over the studio with curious eyes, briefly meeting your gaze. He quickly redirected his attention to Velvette, letting out a sigh.

"He's up in his little tower, waiting for a prince to save him. He's already fucked with one of my new models! (Y/N), get over here!" Velvette called over to you.

"Hello," You greeted, offering a friendly smile to Vox. His response was less than friendly; a scoff and a dismissive look before refocusing on Velvette.

"Damnit, okay." He groaned from frustration. He walked away, probably going to calm Val down. You sighed, looking back over at Velvette.

"I take it he doesn't like me?" You chuckled, crossing your arms a bit.

"He's usually like that with fresh blood. He can be a bit of a pissbaby. Takes after Valentino, if you ask me." She responded, laughing a bit. She brought you towards a clothing rack as the both of you spoke.

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Trying on clothes was boring, as per usual. Just the same routine; Velvette putting you in hundreds of new outfits, and not a single one being her taste. As you stood there in the agony of pure boredom, your mind wandered to Vox again, and his not-so-happy reaction to you.

"Alright, you can go now. Thanks again for putting up with Val's bullshit again." Velvette spoke, putting you back in your original outfit. You chuckled a bit, looking back at her.

"It's really no problem. I'm still alive, so I'll take it." You smiled as you grabbed your things, ready to leave. Before you could get another word in, though, Vox had suddenly reappeared, looking not very happy.

"Alastor's back." He muttered, refusing to look at anyone but Velvette.

"The radio demon?" You responded to him, despite his desperate efforts to ignore you.

"What do you know about the radio demon? Nothing." He scoffed and looked at you, his one eye attempting the hypnosis he usually pulled. You looked away, trying not to act phased.

"As I was saying, Alastor is back, and I don't want to deal with that fucker. I'm scheduling a meeting with that bitch, Carmilla." Vox muttered to Velvette, walking off again.

Velvette sighed, looking at you. "Wanna dare to try to put that fire out?" She asked, a slight smirk painted her face.

"Might as well." You chuckled. Walking up to the lounge was an interesting experience. There were way too many porno ads and posters everywhere. You kept your gaze straight, staring at the stairs in front of you.

Finally reaching the top, you noticed vox sitting on a couch, facing away from you. He was sipping some alcohol, probably wine.

"Vox?" You said in a soft whisper. "Can we talk?"

"What do you want?" He groaned, sitting his drink down. He clearly wanted nothing to do with this.

"Why do you, well, hate me so much?"

He stopped and laughed like it was the funniest thing he had ever heard.

"What?" You asked, confused.

"Oh, you were serious?" He snickered. "You're the most insufferable person I've ever met. Always talking about modeling, photoshoots, this and that-" He continued on. You rolled your eyes, interrupting him.

"You met me an hour ago."

He grumbled, turning away. "Well, I just know you do."

You rolled your eyes once again, getting ready to walk down the stairs. "Sorry my mere presence ruins your life, dickhead."

He turned around faster than Valentino when he hears the word 'sex', staring right at you. "What did you just call me?"

"You heard me." You answered, proud of yourself for getting under his skin.

"I swear to fuck, if you EVER-" Vox yelled, about to go off on you like you were alastor, when Velvette walked up the stairs.

"Vox, calm yourself. She's leaving."

You nodded, walking down the stairs. In the distance, you could hear Vox whining and complaining about you, only eliciting a snicker from you as you left the Vee's tower.

What a first day.

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