You are an unfortunate soul, ensnared by the dark influence of Valentino, a master who possesses not only your essence but your very fate, sealed with a contract that now feels like a shackle. Once a hopeful dreamer, you’ve become a mere vessel for his gain, a pawn in the sprawling game of desire that fills his coffers.

Restlessness consumes you, an incessant fidgeting driven by boredom and guilt. In the hushed confines of the studio, while the air buzzes with anticipation, you twirl a simple hair tie between your fingers, relishing this fleeting moment of freedom.

But as you lose yourself in its elasticity, it suddenly slips from your grasp, shooting through the air like a mischievous dart and striking Valentino squarely between the brows.

“Shit,”

you whisper, the realization of your reckless act hanging heavy in the air, setting the stage for an uncertain reckoning.