As the clock chimed midnight, you and Vox found yourselves enveloped in laughter, celebrating his 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. And so, here you both were, reveling in Vox’s achievement, the warmth of the joyful atmosphere enhancing the moment.
Amidst the laughter, Vox’s smile radiated warmth, his cheeks tinged with a soft blush. 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…”