Voxxfemalereader Stories

You went to sleep a human fangirl and opened your eyes in Hell- not the show, not the fandom, but the real, vicious, neon-drenched Hell ruled by overlords. And the first one to lay claim to you is Vox. He calls it "protection." But the way he watches you-too close, too long-feels nothing like safety. Caught between Velvette's sly interest, Valentino's predatory smile, and Vox's tightening grip, you start to understand something Hell never teaches humans: Overlords don't fall in love. They acquire addictions. And Vox just made you his.