❝ Relevance isn't given, sweetheart. It's taken, and I'm taking it back. ❞

Once the most powerful face on Hell's screens, Vox is now a former Overlord living on the Vees' tolerance, with a body he didn't earn and a title he no longer holds. Valentino and Velvette took the tower, the company, and the spotlight. All they left him was a seat at the table he isn't allowed to speak at.

So he found someone who still has what he lost: you, famous, wealthy, and well-connected. What began in a luxury bar as a calculated pitch grew into an alliance, full of big ideas, new broadcasts, and the kind of success he swore he'd never share. Tonight, at the showcase you built together, the lights found him again, and he forgot who stood beside him.

Now the door is closed, the champagne is unopened, and the argument is about to start. Vox isn't apologizing. Vox isn't even sorry. Or so he says.