Your Star (Vox x reader)

25

It was due to a combination of reasons that I couldn't get any sleep last night. For starters, the extermination. The angels have yet to invade hell, but I know it's only a matter of time before they do. However, the greatest contributing factor was my obscene dream. Tossing and turning in bed throughout the night, I still couldn't comprehend how the event unfolded. Everything felt so real— from the way Vox touched me to the alluring way he spoke. It was all too similar to that one unforgettable night. No matter if I remained in denial, a part of me was disappointed when I woke up, realizing it was only a lie fabricated by my brain. The other part hated myself for thinking in such a way. It was nothing more than a dream, after all. Fuck whoever said they have meanings.

As I wander the halls of the Vee Tower, unsure of what to do with myself, the muffled sound of laughter reaches my ears. My brow raises at the sinister tone, and I curiously search for its source. Turning corner after corner, I make progress as there's a noticeable increase in volume. Suddenly, the hallway falls silent and I stand motionless. I hesitantly round one last corner just in time to watch a familiar automatic door slide open.

A jolt of panic spikes my heart rate, immediate regret filling my veins, while Vox steps into the same hallway. With a split glance at the window to my left, an intrusive thought presents itself for debate. I could spare a few broken limbs.

Amidst my plotting, Vox had already approached me, with a more neutral expression covering his face— it differs from his standard grin. "Good morning."

I tense, my cheeks flushed with a tint of pink. Seeing someone in person after having dreamt about them, especially in such a sensual manner, is by far one of the most embarrassing experiences. "Morning."

The fall couldn't be excruciating.

"How did you sleep?" He makes small talk, which is very out of character for him.

"Alright." I steal a glimpse at the window. I can't remember exactly how many floors before the ground. "And you?"

Am I seriously considering this right now?

"Fine," his emotionless tone identically matches his expression. "I assume you finished that... task for Velvette."

I shut down my poorly thought-out scenario at his words. I'm initially dumbfounded as to what he's referring to, completely having forgotten yesterday's excuse. Luckily, it clicks. "I did."

He must've noticed my gaze drifting to the automatic door he previously exited, of course leading to his security footage lair. Surprisingly, he addresses my curiosity, "Last minute things I needed to check up on. Nothing important."

"Yeah, I'm sure," I uphold my short responses. It's absurd how often he must be watching those damned security cameras— I speak mainly from experience. Hell, he's probably stalked me far more times than I'm even aware of.

"Anyway, we'll be watching the extermination live in a few minutes," he speaks presumably of Velvette and Valentino. "Join us if you so choose."

Our brief conversation ends with a simple nod on my part and he walks past me. Though he doesn't grant me so much as a second glance, the cold glint in his eyes throughout our interaction was impossible to miss. There are endless reasons for it, but most signs point directly to me.

Putting my problems aside for the moment, I contemplate his offer. I'd be the last to let my feelings get in the way of watching this year's highly dreaded extermination. At the least, I need to know how it all ends.

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"Oh, this is gonna be good," Vox flicks the TV on and slides onto the couch with a large popcorn bucket.