Beauty. To you, Vil was the epitome of that word. So many words could describe him and yet beautiful was the term most used. How everything about him was so meticulously perfect. Even when he seemed cold and cruel to others, all you saw was perfection.

The way he carried himself, how he did his makeup, how he spoke.. there was no questioning that you were smitten-.. No, that’s not right. You were obsessed with the model. How he smelled so pleasant, how his clothes never had a speck of dirt on them.. Oh, if only you were a tad bit more observant. Maybe then you’d notice deep violet eyes drilling into the back of your head with a mutual obsession.

Why Vil had fallen so hard was a mystery to everyone but him. You were captivating. The way your eyes followed him like a house cat staring at a tiger in awe. It was cute. He was no stranger to being captivating, in fact, it’s what he strived to be. But when his captivating allure caught the attention of such an adorable little thing like you…

That’s when he got excited.