𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐞-𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧
⚠️𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓⚠️
𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕:
The air in the overlord meeting room was thick with tension, the murmurs of conversation mingling with the subtle hum of magic. I glanced across the room at Vox, my boyfriend, who was engaged in conversation with Alastor, that damned radio demon. They seemed to be getting along far too well for my liking, laughing and smiling as if they were old friends.
I clenched my fists beneath the table, fighting back the surge of jealousy that threatened to consume me. Vox's hand rested casually on Alastor's shoulder, a gesture that sent a wave of fury coursing through my veins. But I forced myself to look away, to pretend like it didn't bother me, even though every fiber of my being screamed in protest.
Minutes passed like hours as I struggled to maintain my composure, my mind awash with thoughts of betrayal and deceit. And when Vox and Alastor suddenly excused themselves from the meeting, I felt a knot form in the pit of my stomach. Something wasn't right, and I couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom that hung over me like a dark cloud.
I turned to Velvette, my trusted Vee confidante, my voice tight with anxiety.
"Did you see that?"
I asked, my words barely above a whisper.
Velvette raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable.
"See what, darling?"
She replied, her tone tinged with amusement.
I gritted my teeth, frustration boiling beneath the surface.
"Vox and Alastor,"
I muttered, my voice barely masking the desperation in my tone.
"They're up to something."
Velvette studied me for a moment, her gaze piercing through the facade I had erected around myself.
"Maybe you're just overthinking things, Val,"
She offered, her voice tinged with concern.
But I shook my head, my doubts too strong to be dismissed so easily.
"No,"
I insisted, my voice growing louder with each passing second.
"There's something going on between them, I can feel it."
Before Velvette could respond, Vox and Alastor returned to the meeting room, their expressions smug and self-satisfied. My heart sank as I watched them exchange knowing glances, a cold dread settling over me like a shroud.
"Take your seats, gentlemen,"
Velvette announced, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife. But I couldn't bring myself to stay, not when the weight of suspicion bore down on me like a suffocating blanket.
With a sense of resignation, I pushed back my chair and stormed out of the meeting room, the echoes of my footsteps ringing in my ears as I left behind the shadows of doubt that had consumed me whole.
𝐕𝐨𝐱'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕:
The sound of the door slamming shut echoed through the meeting room, jolting me from my conversation with Alastor. Concern gnawed at my insides as I rose from my seat, my eyes darting around the room in search of Valentino. Spotting him outside the door, I hurried after him, my footsteps quickening with each stride.
"Valentino, wait!"
I called out, my voice tinged with worry as I caught up to him.
He turned to face me, his features twisted in a mixture of frustration and pain.
"What do you want, Vox?"
He snapped, his tone sharp and biting.
I flinched at his harsh words, feeling a pang of hurt in my chest.
"What's wrong?"
I asked, my voice softer now, laced with concern.
Valentino scoffed, his gaze turning away from mine.
"You wouldn't understand,"
He muttered, bitterness dripping from every word.
My heart sank at his dismissive tone, a knot forming in my stomach as I realized the depth of his distrust.
"Try me,"
I pleaded, stepping closer to him.
Valentino shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips.
"Why should I? You don't tell me everything, do you?"
He retorted, his words like a dagger to my heart.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing thoughts.
"Valentino, please,"
I implored, reaching out to touch his arm.
"You know I would never do anything to hurt you."
He hesitated for a moment, his gaze searching mine for any hint of deception. But then, something seemed to shift in his expression, a flicker of doubt crossing his features.
"Alastor,"
He muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.
I frowned, confusion clouding my thoughts. "What about Alastor?"
I asked, my mind racing to make sense of his words.
Valentino hesitated, as if debating whether to speak his thoughts aloud.
"You and him, leaving the meeting together. What the fuck was that all about, Vox?"
He explained, his tone heavy with accusation.
His doubt remained unyielding, casting a shadow over the fragile trust we had built between us. His voice wavered as he spoke, each word heavy with the burden of his self-doubt.
"I knew I'd come to a realisation eventually. I always knew I was a goddamn burden when around those I cherish. I'm not worthy of love, even from the only person who can put up with me,"
He confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, yet the weight of his words hung heavily in the air.
My heart shattered at his admission, the anguish in his voice echoing my own inner chaos. Pulling him into a tight embrace, I held him close, trying to shield him from the relentless onslaught of self-loathing that threatened to consume him.
"Valentino, listen to me,"
I implored, my voice trembling with emotion as I brushed away his tears, desperate to convey the depth of my love for him.
"You are worthy of love, more than you'll ever realize. And I love you, with every fiber of my being. Alastor and I left the meeting after I had bribed him into showing him something on my phone. It was nothing more than that, Val, really."
But the darkness seemed to linger in his eyes, stubbornly resisting the light of my words. The weight of his self-doubt hung heavy between us, a barrier that seemed insurmountable.
"I'm so sorry, Valentino,"
I whispered, my voice choked with emotion as I cupped both his cheeks in my palms, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead.
"You mean everything to me. I don't want to lose you over some silly misunderstanding."
As he melted into my embrace, his walls crumbling under the weight of my love, I vowed to stand by him, to lift him up when he felt unworthy, to love him fiercely and unconditionally.
"I... I'm sorry, Voxxie. I don't know what came over me to jump to conclusions like that. I'm sorry, so so sorry. I love you, please- please forgive m-"
I cut him off, connecting our lips once more for a brief moment, hoping that small action would be enough to indicate his apology was accepted.
I took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze as I looked him deeply in the eyes, a silent affirmation that whatever his worries were, I'd always be right here for him.
Together, hand in hand, we would navigate the depths of his insecurities, forging a path toward healing and self-acceptance. And as we faced the uncertain road ahead, I knew that our love would be the guiding light that led us through the darkness.
-𝟏𝟐𝟎𝟔 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬-
-𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞-
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