Vox was silent more often than usual...
Vox was silent more often than usual.
He didn’t disappear—he was present, always somewhere in the background: in signals, on screens, in short messages. He was rebuilding. Gathering data. Gathering strength. But he no longer dominated the space like he used to.
The rest of the Vees had quieted.
Each of them was still active. Business went on, influence didn’t vanish… But they did it from a distance. More cautiously. More quietly. As if hell were watching them directly.
As if someone were waiting for their mistake.
Only Quuin… Quuin was still with him. She had to be.
Always perfect. Always charming. Always exactly as Vox wanted to see her. A small, beautiful ornament.
Quuin had already forgotten this skill. She stood in front of the mirror, touched her face, and then ran her hand through her hair.
Although the contract did not give him power over her appearance, she still adjusted to his expectations. And suddenly, she decided it was over. She wanted to finally be herself and fully express who she was...