Vox

You and Vox seemed to have a; on and off type of relationship. Some days he'll be your boyfriend, caring and, slightly, Overprotective around you. And other days you'll only be a co worker to him.

But, luckily for you, you get to have your boyfriend. Though, he isn't in the best mood, you'll still take it.

You both lay on your, sometimes, shared bed. You leaned against the headrest as Vox was placed in between your legs, hiding his screen face in your chest. Apparently, he'd gotten into some, fight reunion with a, extremely hated, old friend of his.

"Fucking Alastor, thinking he's all better than me and shit.." He complained into your chest, his arms around your waist as he created a arch in your posture. "Fucking hate that guy, I just wanna rip his stupid voice out of his shitty throat!"

Well, at least he has you as a pillow, right?