Mine ( Vox X Reader )

Chapter 4

Y/n came home and finished her makeup quietly, her reflection looking calmer than she felt. But the moment she stood to choose an outfit, everything spiraled—clothes dropped into messy heaps, hangers clattered to the floor, nothing fitting the way she wanted it to.
She kept trying to focus, but Vox kept slipping back into her mind, uninvited and relentless.
It didn't make sense. She'd just met him. So why did he already have this kind of hold on her?

She finally found the perfect outfit: a black skirt paired with a crisp white shirt and a fitted leather coat. She allowed herself a small smile as she checked her reflection, smoothing her hair one last time. A sharp honk echoed from outside. Y/n grabbed her heels, slipped them on in a hurry, and headed downstairs. Without hesitating, she opened the front door.

Vox was waiting in his car, the car didn't have a roof and look like a Porsche. He scrolled through his phone, his free hand resting casually on the car door

His usual suit was gone. Instead, he wore a dark blue one that fit him too well, paired with a red tie that drew the eye straight to him. The outfit made him look... annoyingly perfect.

Y/n froze for half a second on the doorstep, because—damn.

How could she find a TV handsome?
She had no idea.
But who was going to question her? Certainly not her.

"Hi Vox !", y/n yelled walking toward the car, Vox attention was drag off his phone by her voice and he looked up.

His heart skipped a beat, and he had to hold himself  so he doesn't blush too hard. His eyes moved over her—first her hair, perfectly styled, then her makeup, flawless and clearly the result of over an hour of effort, and finally her figure, her curves traced by the leather coat she wore.

He quickly stood from his seat, circling around the car to open the door for her.
"Hi, darling," he said, voice lower than usual. "You look absolutely stunning."

''Thanks'', she giggled and slid into the car . As she settled into the seat, Vox's gaze drifted from her eyes... down her body... and back up again, as if he couldn't stop himself.

'fuck hold yourself Vox damn it', he thought before going back to his seat. He started driving toward the restaurant, the engine humming beneath them. Every now and then, he stole a glance at Y/n—she was turned toward the window, watching the city lights blur past, unaware of how intensely he was observing her. 

She admired the view of the pride rings passing by, even though she saw it many times by now. It reminds her of New York city, which she had spend a incredible amount of time when she was alive. Her eyes drifted to the side of the car, admiring the deep red of the Porsche's body as it caught the glow of the streetlights. She listened to the smooth, powerful sound of the engine and let the hot Hell wind brush against her face, tugging softly at her hair.

"It's been so long since I didn't do a tour in a car like this", she said while her hair was floating in the air letting a small sigh. 

"How long ?", he respond his eyes still fix on the road.

"Since I was alive..", she responded with a awkward smile. While her head was resting comfortably on the head rest of the seat. "You had a car like this ?",He wanted to know more about her. The more he learned, the more he saw of her—the way she spoke, moved, even breathed—something inside him tugged harder. It was like a string pulling him closer, tightening every time she was near.

And it made no sense.

Vox had always been detached. Even in his human life, he'd been self-centered, distant, impossible to reach emotionally. Feelings were things he observed in others, not things he experienced himself.