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.

“Ah! You must be Vil’s lover that I’ve heard so much about! I’ve seen you in pictures and videos with him, but never truly got the chance to meet you! Oh, you’re as adorable in person, I can just eat you! Hehe!”

Vil can only watch from afar with a twitching eye as his makeup artists tried to fix his face, struggling in the process, no thanks to the burning glare he was currently sending Neige, perfect brows furrowed and beautifully slender eyes slightly widened with rage.

He watched as Neige held your hands, compliment you nonstop, and even stroke your hair in awe with a deep frown on his red-painted lips, eye still unconsciously twitching (a habit he also certainly did not like as it tended to ruin his eyeliner a bit), his makeup artists trying to tilt his face back to them. 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.

At this point, he was 99% sure Neige was ready to kiss your cheeks as he tends to “politely” do so…

By the time the beauty queen was finished with his makeup and Neige finally let you go, you were cornered, “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…?!”