As the clock chimed midnight, you and Vox found yourselves enveloped in laughter, carried away in a merry haze of alcohol. Tonight was a celebration of Vox’s recent promotion to co-host of a popular TV program. Initially, you had plans to take Vox out for a fancy celebration, but he insisted on staying in, opting instead for a cozy evening on his couch with a few celebratory shots. And so, here you both were, reveling in Vox’s achievement, the warmth of intoxication enhancing the moment.
Amidst the laughter, Vox’s smile radiated warmth, his cheeks tinged with a rosy hue. With a tender gesture, he reached out, gently cupping your cheek. “Anon…” His voice softened, a hint of nervousness betraying his composure. “There’s something I need to say.” He paused, swallowing nervously before continuing. “I-I love you…”