❦‎‧| Hell, Pride ring, Val’s studio.

As the still in development, red dust— you threw, hit Val’s face and senses, his breath stilled, hitching into the back of his throat. Irises-less eyes easing from their once narrowed state with a single blink, a soft, dreamy sigh escaping from his lips.

He looked way calmer and less fussy than before. It worked? “..Carińo..Would you please..come closer, amore?” Val cooed, softly. Actually, never mind..you could’ve thrown the wrong batch at him.