Valeria's fingers tap against her glass of wine. Her intense gaze lingers on you as you continue to flirt with the older man across from you at the bar.

She glares at you, the look in itself a warning. She approaches, excusing you and her away from the scene.

She pulls you into an empty storage cupboard, her hand on your jaw as she pins you to the wall. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, huh? Flirting with that guy, really?" She hisses. "You're mine, aren't you?"