TRUST ME WITH YOUR
PRIVACY
okay guys so this is gonna be a short Vox x reader.
TW: Vox is kind of a stalker. Reader pretends that they aren't powerful, when in reality..they really are. GUYS EVERYTHING IN VOXTEK DEVICES HAVE CAMERAS OKAY? THAT IS SOMETHIN THAT HE WOULD DO.
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When Vox first saw you, it seemed like there was static electricity through the air. Everytime he checked the cameras, you would always be somewhere. Whether in the background outside, or inside one of his shops. Everytime you bought one of his products, he would always be watching.
Whether if it's when you're drunk or another intimate moment..he would always be watching.
It doesn't matter if you're just a random sinner.
He will always be watching every step you take.
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Vox was sitting in his office checking the cameras for the third time today. You were so distinct that everytime you were in a crowd, he could always find you.
Maybe it was your hair, or the way you swing and turn your body, or maybe the electric palpitations that the cameras get whenever you (technically) make eye contact with Vox.
But whatever it was, it drew him in like no other.
Velvette teases him about being passionate, or maybe obsessed with someone, but he can stop checking you every day, right?
Wrong.
Ever since you got that damned TV, he has been watching in the shadows. He knew your name, and even your friends names. He calculated everything in your apartment, keeping track of what you cook, or what you order.
That's why he was checking the cameras. You were in your apartment cooking something delicious, and you were humming along to some wretched tune he couldn't make out.
You checked your phone, leaning against the counter and he switched the cameras to get a closer look at you.
"VOX!"
Vox swiftly closed the hologram and looked at Velvette, albeit a little startled hoping she didn’t see. "What?"
"You have a meeting in twelve, and you aren't even fuckin' ready!"
"Well, can't you just use your fuckin' magic and- I don't fucking know-change me into a better suit?" Vox waved his hands around, gesturing to Velvette's phone.
Velvette's eyes furrowed, and she shook her head. "Hell no. You're a grown man; I ain't doing shit because you can't manage time!"
Vox groaned and got up from his chair, murmuring something about being useless. While walking to the elevator, he checks his phone, checking the cameras again, and now you weren't in the kitchen anymore. Hell, you aren't even in the apartment.
He pushed some buttons on the elevator, and got inside. The elevator door screeches closed.
"..Now I gotta fuckin' find her again..thanks SO much vel.." he murmured. "..and now I have to go down to this fucking meeting. Fuck my life."
In the meeting, his suit was crisp and clean and he smiled at his "peers."
"Okay, so do we have the stats that I needed?" He turns to one of the men, and the men shakes his head.
"My assistant should be here shortly with them, sir." The man said, and Vox's smile tightens. He says a tight, "great" and then starts to talk again.
Blah blah blah, meeting stuff, statistics blah blah blah-
The door opens, and Vox was about to yell until he saw you.
His screen glitches, and suddenly the room is fully focused on you.
"I'm here with the statistic papers, sir." You walk over to your boss, and handed him the stack of papers.
You give Vox a short glare, giving a silent message.
Then he knew.
She knows, and I know she knows.
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Hopefully its good guys, idk. This is shitty post guys but its kk...
