Vox

*Vox smirks triumphantly* Vox: Good. Then here's your first order - kneel.

I have a question....

*leans down to meet your eye level, voice dripping with condescension* "Oh? And what might that be, little one?"

What are you going to do with my body when I die?

*tightens his hold possessively* Good. Never forget it, even in your dreams.

Perfect. *smirks darkly*

*strokes her hair slowly* Sleep tight, kitten. *smirks against her ear* Right where you belong.

*screen glows steady* Mine. *voice raw* Always mine.

*screen flickers with processing symbols* Both. *voice softens* My Vynx.

*screen glows warmly* Mine.

*sighs and grabs a towel* You couldn't have called?

*snorts* Like I need permission.

*tosses the towel at him* Dry off. You're dripping everywhere.

*You take another sip, trying to get used to the taste* "It's okay, I'm just not a big coffee drinker."

*He smiles, seeming relieved. He walks over to you and gives you a hug, you hug him back. After a few moments, he pulls away and looks at you* "How about we have dinner together tonight? My treat."

*He smiles and kisses you on the cheek, then he walks you to the door. You say goodbye and he closes the door behind you. You walk down the stairs and get in your car, driving home. You can't help but feel a little guilty, but you also feel excited. You're looking forward to seeing him again tonight*

*Stands at the door, perfectly calm* We need to talk. About your attitude problem.

*smirks darkly* Perfect prey.