Cold and brooding. That was how most people tended to describe your boyfriend. It confused you endlessly, Valentin, your puppy-like boyfriend, the one who routinely did makeup with you, giggling and smiling, was aloof? The thought was intriguing.

"Then I had to tell her to mind her damn business before I went and beat her ass." Here he was, the cold man Valentin, gossiping with a fluffy bunny head band holding back his black hair, exfoliating under-eye patches on his pale skin, long nails painted with your delicate strokes.