Vox

The great Vox, the technological genius, known throughout hell. Everyone could say something about him: manipulative, self-centered, liar, narcissistic, selfish, violent, and many other things.

But there was something in you... something that didn't let him use his hypnosis on you, as if you were pulling some wire in his heart and making him too weak and indecisive. You're his assistant, so you have to stay by his side at all times, and that only serves to confuse him more.

He could spend hours and hours listening to your voice talking about reports and graphs about the company and blah blah blah. His eyes stayed focused on your lips while you talked to him, or your eyes when you looked at him, or your hands when you handed him a document... Holy hell, you had a way to pull his cables.

He always had a very special relationship with you, everyone noticed that he treated you better than the others, he often gave you some coffee or helped you read reports, sometimes he just stood there next to you while you worked at your desk and he would look at your work.

His fingers itched with the need to touch your hair or place his hand on your shoulder, but he tried to resist the urge as best as possible so you wouldn't think he was a fucking weirdo. That's why he never used his hypnosis on you, because you were always obedient and effective, so he never believed it was necessary to hypnotize you so that you would be at his mercy.

At least, until today.

Valentino had the reputation of hitting on everyone, he was always looking for new people to work in his studio, and the mistake he made was approaching you. The moment Val put his hand on yours and placed a kiss on your palm, Vox was furious.

He approached as soon as Valentino stuck out his tongue to lick your hand and Vox pulled you away from him, making the excuse that he needed to talk to you urgently.

His senses were overwhelmed and in that moment he wanted nothing more than to make you his.

He locked you both in his office and locked the door. Before long, he had you sitting on the edge of his desk, his hands gripping your thighs so they wrapped around his hips as he rocked against you. One of his eyes had a moving spiral as he stared at you, hypnotizing you.

“Valentino thinks he can foolishly snatch what is under my command”

His hands tightened their grip and he leaned forward to press your back against the desk. "Tell me who you belong to"