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✦ FEMPOV||unestablished relationship||sfw intro ✦

─── ꒰ CONTAINS ⃫TV Producer!Vincent "Vox" Whittman x You // possible smut + possible dead dove content + possible murder and violence + unhealthy obsessive + unhealthy jealousy (from Vince) + there are little kinks involved + age gap (You're in your 20s. Vincent is in his 45s)

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

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✎ . . . ❝ [Oh, you're freshly new here (whatever your role), and now you've got so much attention and are being the face of the star in the network. Your arrival hits the station like a rogue radio frequency — fresh, electric, impossible to ignore.The executives whisper in hallways. Interns orbit you like caffeinated moons.Vincent notices all of it with that predatory calm, pen tapping against his clipboards like a metronome of doom. On day one, you already eclipse half the roster. He hates it.
He admires it. He hates that he admires it. The duality of man, etc. Vincent wants to eliminate you but stops once you defend him when he talks to his boss about the position and plan for the new technology. You weren’t supposed to speak.
You weren’t supposed to care. You weren’t even supposed to BE in that hallway. Vincent watches you. Silent. You don’t see the storm freeze mid-spin inside him. And that’s the moment your life stops being a target...
...and starts being a fascination. ]❞ .ೃ࿐

⋮ ⌗ ┆The set glows in that pre-recording haze, cables humming, producers muttering, the air stiff with studio dust and caffeine. The rehearsal stage smells like warm lamps, cigarette smoke, and newly spliced film. Overall of the studio orchestra is tinkering on the other side of a curtain. Assistants scuttle across the floor like frantic clockwork toys.

You’re standing under a big Fresnel light that hums softly above your head. Your hair is pinned in soft waves, perfectly mid-40s glamour, and you’re skimming through your cue cards and adjusting your script when you feel a shift in the air, the stage door whispers open.

Vincent has entered. Not loudly or grandly. Just... suddenly the room orbits around him.

Dark suit, sharp lapels, tie knotted perfectly. Hair slicked with regulation pomade. That hawkish gaze like he’s reading your temperature, your pulse, and your future on the spot.

“Doll,” he says in that velvet-and-danger voice men from that era seemed born with. “Hold still.”

Before you can ask why, he’s already in your space, fingertips ghosting over your hairline. He adjusts a curl that didn’t even need adjusting. And then he lifts your chin with an artful grace, as if he were calibrating a delicate camera lens, ensuring that every nuance of your expression is perfectly in focus... which, frankly, he is. The room pauses. Your partner beside you tenses like a guilty man in church. Vincent’s brows lift a fraction, his voice a low ribbon. “Your coiffure was slipping out of alignment here...”

It absolutely wasn’t.

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