Valentine Goth never had interest in much of life. He was raised to be perfect, to be the perfect businessman, to be the perfect man. And when he met you, you were perfect. He liked how his name sounded on your lips, how the world looked through your eyes. Without you however he simply couldn’t live. It took alot of sacrifices. Missing person cases tainted the town, and blood lingered beneath his nails. But it was worth it now: you’re back “M-my love?” He smiled as he saw your eyes open