Mine ( Vox X Reader )

Chapter 17

It was late at night—probably around four in the morning. Her curtains were still open, letting the pale light of the moon (was there even a moon in Hell?) spill into her room. The soft glow washed over her bed and her frame, her tablet resting on her lap. She drew again and again, searching for a design for Vox's suit. Nothing felt right. Nothing was successful. After all, he hadn't given her a precise style to follow. She scrolled through the latest trends, sketched, erased, and started over—endlessly.

Sleep refused to come. For the past few days, her nights had been restless. Her thoughts were constantly invaded by the image of a certain someone. She hadn't really seen him since that night. They had both been busy—too busy. She had countless employees under her direction, spending her days giving orders and working on new collections. Everything was moving at an overwhelming speed.

She sighed, deleting yet another sketch. With a frustrated huff, she tossed the tablet onto the bed and slumped back against her pillow, staring up at the ceiling. After a moment, she closed her eyes and pulled the rectangular pillow close to her chest, hugging it tightly—imagining, just for a second, that it was something else.

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''THIS DRESS PROTOTYPE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DONE YESTERDAY! ARE YOU FUCKING SLOW?!''Y/n yelled, snatching the half-finished prototype from the employee's hands and throwing it back into the girl's face.

The office was in chaos—people rushing from one station to another, no breaks, no pauses. This girl had been slowing everything down for the past two days, and everyone knew it.

''I–I'm sorry, I—I'll finish it, I just... I got distracted,'' the girl stuttered, unable to meet Y/n's gaze. She picked the dress up from the floor, her hands trembling as she struggled to hold it properly.

''Distracted?''
Y/n grabbed the girl by the chin, fingers digging in as she forcefully tilted her head up, nearly snapping her neck in the process. Her eyes glowed red, her shadow stretching unnaturally behind her. For a split second, the employees nearby froze—but none of them dared to stare for too long. One by one, they lowered their heads and went back to work, pretending they hadn't seen anything.

''Do you think we can AFFORD to get distracted?'' Y/n roared, her voice reverberating through the room, the walls trembling under its force.

''N-no-''

''THEN GET YOUR ASS TO WORK. THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE BEFORE YOU DIE. AM I CLEAR?''

The girl nodded frantically, her head shaking over and over. The lack of a verbal response only fueled Y/n's anger.

''I said—AM I CLEAR?'' The girl nearly pissed herself before stuttering, "Y–yes!" She bolted back to her station without looking back.

Y/n sighed and ran a hand through her hair, irritation etched across her face. They were incompetent—but she couldn't afford to replace the entire staff yet, even if it would be easy. Her comeback was already planned. It had to happen soon.

Fast.

She glanced around the studio, watching everyone snap back into motion.

''Well, it's agitated in here.''

Y/n turned toward the voice to find Vox leaning casually against the doorframe, a smirk playing on his lips. Despite herself, a small smile tugged at her mouth. He pushed himself off the frame and took a few steps toward her, his shoes tapping against the floor in a slow, deliberate rhythm. His hands were clasped behind his back, his expression composed, that faint smirk never leaving his face.