Lovers Once More - Radiostatic

Infernal Rains and a One Month Anniversary

A few weeks passed, and the excitement between Vox and Alastor hadn't dulled. Today marked exactly one month since they'd rekindled their relationship, and Vox had something planned. He wasn't entirely sure how Alastor would react, but he was willing to risk it.

Early in the morning, Vox pulled Alastor into a tight hug, giving him a lingering kiss before he left for work. "Watch the morning news, alright?" he murmured with a slight smirk.

"Guess I'll have to now," Alastor chuckled, giving him a playful nudge. As soon as Vox was out the door, Papermint pulled up in the dark blue Ferrari and drove him to his news station. Vox kept his cool demeanor as the makeup and wardrobe team made him camera-ready, but the inner battle waging in his head was fierce. He kept running over his script in his mind, deciding in one last moment of resolve, *Screw it,* as he stepped up to the desk.

The broadcast began, and he maintained his usual polished composure. First came the day's report: an update on the recent spat of underground crime rings that had popped up in Hell's Southside, followed by a casual nod to the rise in street brawls. Then he smoothly transitioned into Hell's weather forecast, warning of unusually strong infernal winds and even possible lava rain in some regions.

Finally, he looked directly into the camera, his tone softening. Vox took a breath, then let his surprise out. "And before I sign off, I'd like to give a special message," he said, his TV screen face flickering in a rare moment of vulnerability. "Happy one month to Alastor, my partner. I love you more than words could say, and I want everyone here to know it."

The studio went silent, everyone's eyes on Vox as he continued, "If anyone so much as thinks of crossing us, just know there will be consequences. And to any reporters who think they can harass us—well, don't count on seeing the end of that story."

Back at the hotel, Alastor sat on the worn parlor couch, watching the broadcast with a warm cup of tea. As the words sank in, his usually reserved expression softened, and he sat there, shocked but overwhelmed with happiness. He hadn't thought he could love Vox more, but this public, fearless declaration had him feeling things he hadn't felt in years. Butterflies and sparks coursed through him, realizing how serious Vox was about them.