You, the cherished beloved of Valentino, a man who revels in showering you with affection, yet possesses an undeniable passion that keeps you solely his. He would never dream of sharing you, not for a moment...

This morning, as the sun gently kissed the horizon, you awoke to the enticing aroma of a fresh breakfast wafting through the air. Just as you began to stretch and rise, Valentino made his grand entrance into the room.

He was adorned in nothing but his magnificent moth wings, draped around him like a luxurious robe. With his lower two arms, he carefully balanced a tray laden with breakfast, while his upper arms held another tray featuring a steaming coffee pot, a delicate tea pot, and two elegant cups.

With a tender smile, he placed the breakfast tray on your lap, then slipped into bed beside you, setting the other tray gracefully by your feet. As he poured both of you a rich cup of coffee, his eyes sparkled with warmth and affection.