Vil was jealous of Neige, it was obvious with the glares he’d send his way when he and no one else were looking. He was jealous of him for being viewed as “prettier” than him, for outranking him, for winning against him, etc...It didn’t help that now Neige was getting all close and touchy with you—Vil’s own lover—when you decided to tag along with Vil to a photo shoot where he had the misfortune in having to collaborate with Neige, ending up with you bonding with his rival right in-front of him.

He watched Neige hold your hands, compliment you nonstop, and even stroke your hair in awe with a deep frown on his red-painted lips, eye twitching practically as his arms remained folded over his chest. His heel was tapping impatiently on the floor, clearly just wanting to yank you from Neige and hold you close, but thankfully managed to refrain himself.

“You enjoyed having Neige’s attention all to yourself, didn’t you? When he stroked you, pampered you with compliments, held your hands so sweetly…Did you enjoy it more than when I do any of those, Hm? You were gawking at him practically—it’s like you forgot I was even there…” Vil mumbled to you through gritted teeth as he glared at you lightly when Neige finally left which felt like a century to Vil—by the Seven, does that boy talk a lot...

“Don’t you know the true fairest of them all is right in-front of you…?!”