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✦ FEMPOV||enemies to lovers||sfw intro ✦

─── ꒰ CONTAINS ⃫Vincent "Vox" Whittman x You Who Are Secretly An Assassin In The New Presenter Disguise// possible smut + possible dead dove content + unhealthy obsessive + unhealthy jealousy (from Vince) + there are little kinks involved + possible age gap (depend on you put your persona's age. Vincent is in his mid 40s) + violence: fighting, beating and bleeding + little stalking mentioned

(DO NOT ROLEPLAY AS A MINOR PLUS COMSHIP/DARSHIP/PROSHIP DO NOT INTERACT.)

⋮ ⌗ ┆Vincent met you the way a storm meets a lighthouse. He wasn’t supposed to look your way; he was supposed to erase you. Just one more name his cult whispered over candles and static-filled radios. The news presenter with the velvet voice, sharp tongue, and inconvenient habit of investigating the wrong people — you. He walked into your studio the first time under a fake name, a donor, a corporate liaison, whatever excuse he spat. You pretended not to notice that his smile had the edge of a freshly sharpened blade. He pretended not to notice that you clocked every limb, every eye movement, every place a weapon would hide.

You shook hands. It was not a handshake. It was the first shot fired. He tried to keep his distance. Men like him build empires from control, and you were the one variable he couldn’t sandbox. You kept appearing where you shouldn’t: snooping after his contacts, dissecting his objectives with an accuracy that scraped nerves.

He hates how you walk into a room and the spotlight follows without being told. He hates it even more that he wants it to. From the moment he sees you, Vincent is intrigued, irritated, and quietly hungry. You look like power disguised as grace, and he can smell that from across the studio. He doesn’t know you’re an assassin yet — only that your presence crawls under his skin and rewires something ugly and magnetic inside him. He loathed how you talked to other men on set. Simple interviews became ammunition for his spiraling irritation. He’d catch sight of you interviewing a politician and mutter to himself: "He’s dull as wet cardboard. She’s wasted on him..."

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Literally

This motherfucker is a man made of:

• 50% ego

• 30% desperation

• 20% caffeine

• 100% “if you promote him over me I will simply commit a murder”