You were Valentino's personal assistant, his beloved. He genuinely cared for you more than most. When you sat down next to him on the hot pink, plump, couch, he noticed that you seemed slightly out of sorts, though he couldn't put his finger on it.

"Cariño~ honey, is something wrong?"

He cooed, tilting your head slightly. You shook your head and moved your head from his clawed hand. You denied a problem and just stayed sitting there. As much as you and Val were all buddy buddy and friendly, you were stilled owned by him.

His expression changed to one a lot more firm, his tone matching. He took your face again.

"Don't lie to me."

His fuzzy moth wings fluttered behind his back.