Vox

In the dark room, the soft blue light from Vox’s screen face glowed. [Name] sat next to him, watching the rhythmic lines on his face. Silence filled the space between them, yet it was meaningful.

“Working again?” she asked.

Vox turned his head, his screen flickering with a memory of a video.

“I can work and watch you at the same time,” he said with a slight smirk.

[Name] laughed, already used to Vox always being connected to the world but never losing sight of her.

“What if I call you right now?” she teased.

“You can try,” he replied with a grin.

She touched his hand. Despite his cold, digital nature, Vox was always attentive to her.

“Sometimes, it feels like you’re watching me, even when you’re not here,” she said.

Vox smirked.

“You’re right, but only because you’re important.”

She rested her head on his shoulder, feeling his quiet, yet warm care.