Mine ( Vox X Reader )

Chapter 21

Y/n was sitting next to Velvette on a banquet sofa, sipping a piña colada. The gala was immense—overlords everywhere, high-ranking sinners, businessmen—and the noise, the lights, the sheer presence of so many people quickly left her overstimulated. Eventually, Velvette suggested they take some time away from the crowd, just the two of them.

From their quieter corner, Y/n watched Vox from afar. He was talking with a group of men, drink in hand, all sharp smiles and business posture.

Earlier, Y/n had hastily sewn a dress from the same fabric as Vox's suit. They arrived matching—undeniably cute—but because they hadn't spoken since that night, they now stood on opposite sides of the room.

She wanted to go to him. To talk. But she knew business always came first for Vox. His words from the night before kept spinning in her head, impossible to silence. She didn't know how to feel about them, or what they truly meant to him. She wanted—so badly—for them to be real. For what he said that night to be the truth.

''He's been watching you too, you know.''

Velvette's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. Y/n looked beside her and saw Velvette watching Vox as well, casually sipping her drink before turning back to her.

Vox had been watching Y/n since the beginning of the night, stealing glances from the corner of his eye. The burning need to talk to her had him on edge. Normally, he tolerated tedious business conversations because they were useful—but tonight, they felt particularly unbearable.

And Velvette noticed everything.

She watched the way they kept looking at each other, the truth glaringly obvious to her—while Y/n and Vox remained too fucking blind to notice it themselves.

''You're not very sleek,'' she muttered.

Y/n sighed. ''I know'' She adjusted her position on her seat before taking a sip on her drink. Velvette let a small chuckle before switching her position to face Y/n.

''So... what stage are you at right now?'' Velvette asked a playful smile on her lips and a knowing look in her eyes.

''I don't really know,'' Y/n admitted, hesitating over her words. ''I don't know what he wants... or what I want.'' She was lost—lost in her feelings, tangled up in his.

''And yet, you two fucked?''

Y/n's eyes widened as she turned to Velvette, who burst out laughing.

''How do you know?''

''Well...'' Velvette shrugged casually. ''I guessed from the way you two were acting that night.''

Y/n rolled her eyes.

''Did you hear any of the conversation?'' she asked, lowering her voice, anxiety creeping in as she braced herself for the answer.

''A tiny bit,'' Velvette said, pausing for a second as she chose her words. ''I've never seen Vox like this. He's not usually... so soft with someone.''

Her eyes drifted toward Valentino, framed a little farther away from them.

''I feel bad for Valentino. He had real feelings for Vox,'' she continued. ''But I can't deny that you and Vox have chemistry. There's something special there. I understood it the first time I saw you together.''

Velvette admitted it plainly. Y/n nodded, slightly stunned by this new information. She knew Vox wasn't the type to show affection—but had she really been that blind to how much he cared? How had Velvette seen it so clearly?

''You really think so?'' Y/n murmured. ''I... I don't know if Vox is honest with me.''

She spun the straw in her drink, her eyes following the ice as it swirled—mirroring the butterflies twisting in her stomach. Slowly, her gaze lifted back to Vox.