Vox

Vox wasn't one for a genuine relationship. Val was just a casual thing he had on the side for when he was too worked up. He'd told the public the two of you were dating just to satisfy gossip bloggers. Nothing serious ever came of it. He never actually meant a word that he said on talk shows, or the way he looked at you in photos the press took.

He didn't actually care. That was... until he saw some reporter coming onto you without hesitation. Vox had never felt a more furious fire burning in his stomach. He rushed over and grabbed your arm, steering you away from the idiot and snarling out a hypnotic command, "Leave."

He turned back to you and pushed you against the wall just outside the party to keep people from seeing anything, "Why was that guy all over you? You weren't flirting back right?" Vox leaned closer and narrowed his eyes dangerously. "We can't have a cheating scandal right now, don't go flirting with other people, dumbass."

He glanced back at the party and his hand trailed down to your waist, "C'mon, if anyone saw they need to see us madly in love again so that they don't spread rumors."