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⚠️𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠⚠️
-𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲-
𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕:
The studio felt like a battleground, with Vox stationed on the couch, his attention fixated on the glow of his laptop screen, and Valentino hunched over a desk, feverishly sketching out designs for what I could only assume were meant to be the sexiest outfits known to demonkind.
Approaching Vox, I couldn't help but notice the tension radiating from him as he sat on the couch, his fingers tapping away at the keyboard with a sense of urgency. His brows were furrowed in concentration, and the lines of his screen were tight with frustration as he scrolled through lines of code or whatever it was he was working on.
"Hey, Vox,"
I said softly, careful not to startle him.
"You seem pretty engrossed in whatever you're doing. Everything alright, darling?"
Vox looked up from his screen, his expression guarded.
"Just trying to get a few things sorted,"
He replied curtly, his tone clipped as he returned his attention to his work.
Turning to Valentino, I found him at a nearby desk, a flurry of sketches spread out before him. He was completely absorbed in his task, his pencil moving across the paper with a fluidity that spoke of years of practice. But there was a tension in his shoulders, a stiffness in his movements that betrayed the strain he was under.
"Valentino,"
I said, approaching him cautiously.
"You look like something's bothering you. What's on your mind?"
Valentino looked up, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.
"Just trying to bring a little heat to the runway, Velvette,"
He replied, though there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
Despite their attempts to bury themselves in their work, it was clear that both Vox and Valentino were wrestling with their own demons. As I watched them from across the room, the weight of their unspoken tension hung heavy in the air, and I couldn't help but wonder what it would take to break through the walls they had erected around themselves.
After exchanging a few more words with Vox and Valentino, I sensed that pushing further would only deepen the rift between them. With a sigh, I muttered under my breath,
"Well, isn't this a fine fucking mess we're in."
I shot them both a sympathetic glance before turning to leave the room. As I walked out, I couldn't help but curse softly to myself,
"Damn, why's everything gotta be so damn complicated?"
Leaving Vox and Valentino alone in the studio, I hoped that the solitude would give them a chance to sort out their shit. But knowing those two, it was gonna take more than just a moment alone to fix whatever mess they'd gotten themselves into.
𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕:
I couldn't take it anymore. Vox was sitting there, all cold and distant, like I was talking to a damn wall. I sighed and set my sketchpad aside, feeling the frustration building up inside me.
With a heavy heart, I got up from my desk and made my way over to where Vox was lounging on the couch, his eyes glued to the screen of his laptop.
"Vox,"
I started, my voice softer than I intended.
"Can we talk?"
He glanced up briefly, his expression guarded. "I'm busy, Valentino,"
He replied flatly, his tone leaving no room for argument.
I felt a surge of frustration bubbling up inside me. This couldn't wait. We needed to sort this shit out, once and for all.
"No, Vox,"
I insisted, my voice tinged with desperation. "This can't wait. We need to talk about what happened yesterday."
Vox's jaw tightened, and he looked away, his body tense with discomfort.
"I don't want to talk about it,"
He muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. I could feel my frustration mounting with every passing second. Damn it, why did he always have to be so damn stubborn?
"Well, tough shit, Vox,"
I snapped, my patience wearing thin.
"We're gonna talk about it whether you like it or not."
And with that, I reached over and slammed his laptop shut, cutting off whatever the hell he was doing.
Vox's eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of something in his gaze. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance he'd listen.
"We can't keep avoiding this,"
I insisted, my voice tinged with desperation.
"We had a goddamn argument, and we need to sort it out."
Vox tried to brush me off, throwing my own words back in my face.
"You said the kiss we shared was just a drunken accident, I don't think there's more to it than that, Val."
He snapped, his tone biting.
I felt a pang of guilt at his words. Maybe I had said that, but damn it, I had to make him understand that it was more to me than that now.
"Yeah, well, maybe I was wrong,"
I shot back, my voice wavering slightly.
"Maybe it wasn't just some drunken mistake. Maybe it meant something."
For a moment, Vox's icy demeanor softened, and I saw a glimmer of something in his eyes. Maybe there was hope after all. I reached out, my hand hovering over his, a silent invitation for him to open up. And as our fingers brushed, I felt a spark ignite between us, something raw and intense that had been simmering beneath the surface all along.
𝐕𝐨𝐱'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕:
In that moment, as we teetered on the edge of something dangerous and exhilarating, I knew that there was no turning back. Whatever happened next, there was no denying the undeniable pull between us, a force that threatened to consume us both in its fiery embrace.
With a hesitant yet eager hand, I reached out to Valentino, our fingers intertwining as if they were magnetically drawn together. The air between us crackled with tension, heavy with the weight of unspoken desires.
"God, Vox,"
Valentino breathed, his voice husky with desire as his fingers trailed along my thigh, sending shivers of pleasure racing up my spine.
"You have no idea what you do to me."
He leaned into me, his lips ghosted over my skin, leaving a trail of kisses that ignited a firestorm of longing within me. I couldn't help but lean into his touch, craving the intimacy and connection that only he could provide. His touch was like a drug, intoxicating and irresistible, and I found myself surrendering to the overwhelming need that pulsed between us.
As he pulled me closer, his hands roaming over my body with a hunger that mirrored my own, I felt myself melting into him, consumed by the heat of our passion. I could feel his arousal pressing against me, a delicious torment that sent waves of desire crashing over me. I let out a soft moan, unable to suppress the pleasure that radiated from his touch. But before I could voice my protest, Valentino pulled me onto his lap, guiding my hips in a slow, tantalizing rhythm.
The sensation was electrifying, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me as I moved against him, our bodies moving in perfect harmony, the . With each thrust, I could feel the tension building, a relentless ache that begged for release.
"Val..."
I whispered, my voice strained with desire.
"I need you."
He froze for a moment, his eyes locking with mine in a silent exchange of longing and desperation. And then, with a hunger that mirrored my own, he leaned in, his lips capturing mine in a searing kiss. But as our passion threatened to consume us, a voice of reason whispered in the back of my mind, reminding me of the consequences of our actions. With a heavy heart, I pulled away, a pang of regret gnawing at me from within.
"This isn't right,"
I murmured, my voice thick with emotion.
"I-I just can't. I'm sorry, Val."
Valentino's expression fell, disappointment clouding his features.
"I understand, Vox,"
He whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.
I pushed myself off his lap, retrieving my laptop with trembling hands.
"Let's just get back to working on the damn show."
I said, trying to sound casual despite the turmoil raging inside me.
Valentino nodded silently, his gaze following me as I made my way back to my desk. And as we resumed our tasks, the tension between us lingered in the air, a silent reminder of the passion that we both knew could never be.
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-𝟏𝟒𝟏𝟒 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬-
-𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞-
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