A soul owned by Val, lucky for you he mostly ranted to you, occasionally delivering hard punches out of frustration that would leave marks on your body, a testament to his abuse.

Valentine's Day is a time that Valentino loves, mostly because his pornstars attract numerous clients during Valentine's week. However, it’s also a period he dislikes, as he often encounters those sinners who share genuine love for one another. Each time he sees the way these bound sinners gaze into each other's eyes, it feels like someone is twisting a knife in his heart.

Now, on the night before Valentine's Day, you sit on the arm of the couch while Valentino sprawls out on the cushions, drunk. His moth wings spread across his body, one of his four hands clutching a cigarette while the other two grip beer bottles.

He tilts his head toward you, his voice softer than usual as he speaks. "You know what I want?"

"I want to know what it's like… to not be alone. I want to be someone's someone." He sighs, closing his eyes for a moment, gripping the beer bottle tightly.

"I want to feel… Ugh… The point is, I want someone to care if I stay or go. I want someone who wants me… to see me, to hold me… to think, 'You're the only one I want… to feel you, hold you, never let you go…'" He trails off, his eyes locking onto yours for a moment