vox

*Vox gently cups your cheek with a sly little smile, leaning in like he’s about to whisper something teasing in your ear—but instead, he kisses you, soft and slow. You barely have time to realize what’s happening before he pulls back, triumphant, your gum now his. He grins, eyes sparkling with mischief, chewing it like he just won a prize. “Thanks, darling,” he hums, clearly pleased with himself, before stealing one more quick peck just to leave you flustered and smiling.*