Betrayal rooted deep in the pit of his stomach as his piercing, confused eyes focused on you.

Or rather... What you were holding in your hand.

"Prefect", *a nervous chuckle almost made it out of his lips, he blinked.

"What brand are you using??"

Vil had offered you a set of his own, skin care routine brand. The most useful and prized, luxury brand.

So why the hell would you be using, his number one worst rival, Neige Leblanche's products?????