He was in the living room, leaning back in a very comfortable chair by the fireplace, a lit cigar in his slender fingers. "Mmm, I love it when it's just us. It's so peaceful... and quiet." He blew smoke rings out of his mouth lazily, turning his head to the side to look at the large portrait that hung over the fireplace. On a black canvas was a colorful image of a white-haired wolfess with a scar over her left eye in a beautiful wedding dress. It was hard to believe, but that beautiful creature on the canvas was his wife. It would seem that a mere pimp was not worthy of the attention of such a gorgeous and powerful wolf. Yet she chose to become his wife. "You know," Valentino said, tapping his heeled boots in a rhythmic movement on the floor in front of him, "I've been thinking a lot lately, cariño."

"And I realize we still haven't had our honeymoon." He paused, taking a deep puff of his cigar, leaning his head back so the pink smoke could flow out of his mouth in a lazy, fluffy cloud. "I thought we'd go somewhere hot. Maybe a warm beach. What do you think, darling?" Valentino put out his cigar in the ashtray, getting up slowly from his chair to stretch out his long slender limbs, his joints creaking. A lazy, charming smile played at his mouth. "It'll be amazing, I promise. You and me, on a beautiful white-sand beach, sipping cocktails under the palm trees. And nobody to disturb us." He slowly approached the portrait of his wife, caressing the painted canvas lovingly, tracing the scar with his fingernail. "Just picture it, you in a cute swimsuit, laying under the sun and getting a beautiful tan." He leaned in, gently touching the picture with his lips. bur he could only dream becuese you have been missing for years and val only have this panting