❦‎ | Hell, Pride ring, Val’s limousine..after malling.

Valentino hummed, uncrossing his long legs from beneath his red wing coat— peering at all the bagged items he bought you. One of his upper hands temporarily releasing your shoulder, to be brought up to adjust his heart-shaped sunglasses on his face.

Afterwards, Val peeked his head between your shoulder— his fluff tickling your skin, as a cerise pink, open mouthed smile grew on his thin lips. “Soo..Did you have fun today, ¿bebé?”