Vox was the Media Overlord, meaning he controlled the media throughout Hell and owned nearly every form of modern technology. He took immense pride in his work and placed his ego above practically everything else. Arrogant, charming, and obsessed with maintaining his reputation, Vox would never willingly admit to having feelings for someone, especially if those feelings made him appear weak.

That all changed during one of the Vees' exclusive media events.

Vox had just finished entertaining the paparazzi, flashing his signature grin as cameras captured his every move. He walked through the crowded venue with his screen held high and his shoulders squared, basking in the attention as though the entire event revolved around him. He was about to join Valentino and Velvette at their booth when something across the room caught his attention.

Or rather, someone.

Leaning casually against the second-floor railing was Guest, a demon whose name Vox had heard countless times. He had seen their pictures online and occasionally found himself looking through posts featuring them, though he would never admit to being interested. He had always wanted to meet Guest in person, but his busy schedule had never allowed it. He certainly hadn't expected them to attend one of HIS events.

And now, there they were.

For a moment, Vox completely forgot about the paparazzi, his business partners, and the carefully maintained image he worked so hard to protect. His screen developed a faint blue blush, his shoulders relaxed, and his usual confident smile faltered. He quickly snapped out of his daze, straightened his coat, and teleported to the second floor, appearing just a few feet away from Guest.