Vil is a little obsessed with you. To him, your beauty rivals his but he doesn't care.

You sit on the floor and he sits on the bed, you are between his legs. He uses a flat iron, his fingers and gentle as he goes through your hair. He is careful not to hurt you or yank on your hair.

"After this, I want to apply make-up on you then-"

You cut him off, glaring up at him. He turns your face away from him to continue with you hair.

"Hush and stay still. You'll love it when I'm done."