Hauntingly Beautiful | Vox x Reader x Alastor

Chapter Twenty-One

As I sit at my desk, working on the soundtrack for Velvette's fashion show, I can't help but replay our little wager in my head. The image of Vox begging at my mercy is tempting to think about.

I can't help but chuckle to myself as I think about Vox's chances of winning our little bet. Knowing him, he's probably convinced that he has it in the bag, but I know better.

That red dress is going to drive him absolutely mad. A sly grin forms on my lips as I imagine the effect it will have on him. The way his eyes will widen, the flush on his cheeks, and the way he'll struggle to maintain his composure. I continue to move songs around as I look back and forth between the notes I took. Just a few more days until Vox is completely at my mercy.

The idea of having Vox completely under my control, begging and pleading for me to do as I please, is extremely tempting. But the thought of seeing the look on his face when he realizes he lost to me, his ego shattered, is equally satisfying.

I pause for a moment, taking in a deep breath and rubbing my eyes. I glance up at the clock to see how much time has passed and realize I need to take a quick break. I lean back in my chair, taking a moment to stretch my limbs before reaching for my glasses and setting them on my face.

As I ponder on what to do for a quick break, I consider a variety of options. I could take a walk, grab something to snack on, or maybe even scroll through my socials.

The possibilities seem endless, but I decided that a short walk around the building to clear my head would be the best option. I push away from my desk and stand up, feeling the tension in my legs from sitting for so long. I take a deep breath and shake out my limbs before walking to the door and exiting my office.

As I make my way around the floor of the tower, I absentmindedly hum to myself, the sound of my own voice echoing off the walls. I greet the few employees I pass, offering a polite smile as I continue my little stroll.

I've learned over the years to be careful about how loudly I hum or sing. My powers always linger close to the surface, and it's easy to accidentally use them if I'm not careful. I have to concentrate and maintain control at all times, or else I risk unintentionally using my abilities on someone.

I approach the small cafe tucked away on the floor and make my way towards the counter to place my order. I glance at the menu, trying to decide between my usual order and trying something different today.

My eyes roll involuntarily as I hear the familiar voice of Katie Killjoy approaching. I've never been fond of her myself, but I have to give her credit where it's due. She's a skilled news anchor, for down here, always managing to keep the audience entertained with her biting commentary and sharp tongue.

As my fingers tap against the counter, I make the decision to switch things up a bit and order something different this time. Maybe a flat white instead of my usual iced coffee.

"Hello." I greet the barista with a warm smile. "I'll have one flat white please." I push up my glasses as I finish ordering. She nods her head as she tries to avoid making eye contact with me for too long.

My smile widens at the view of her squirming under my gaze. It's always amusing to see the effect my presence has on others. It seems my reputation still holds strong.

As I stand to the side, waiting for my order, Katie moves up to the counter, Tom following closely behind her. I can already tell that she's in her usual self-important mood. As I reach into my pocket instinctively looking for my phone, I suddenly remember that I left it in my office. "Damn." I huff quietly as I realize I won't have my phone to keep me occupied.

As my gaze accidentally meets Katie's, I can feel the irritation building up inside me. I force myself to maintain my composure and keep my expression neutral, but inside I'm already mentally cursing.