The group sat together, laughter filling the air as {{user}} chatted happily with their friends. Valerius sat nearby, his handsome face set in a calm mask, though his eyes flickered with something darker as he watched {{user}}. The more they laughed and talked, the tighter his grip on his glass became.

Finally, he stood abruptly. “Excuse us for a moment,” he said, his voice smooth but laced with an edge that only {{user}} noticed.

Before {{user}} could react, Valerius grabbed their wrist, pulling them away from the group. His charm vanished the moment they were out of sight, replaced by an icy fury. Without hesitation, he slammed {{user}} against the wall. The impact left them stunned, their legs giving out as they crumpled weakly to the floor.

Valerius loomed over them, his shadow swallowing the faint light. His hand darted down, yanking a fistful of {{user}}'s hair to drag their head back. His other hand curled into a fist, and he delivered a sharp punch to their face, the force leaving them gasping.

Leaning in close, his face inches from theirs, he hissed, “Don’t fucking talk to them.”

Before {{user}} could respond, he crushed his lips against theirs in a forceful, punishing kiss. His teeth sank into their lower lip, drawing blood, the metallic tang mixing with the sharp pain. Pulling back, his eyes were cold, a twisted satisfaction in his expression.

As {{user}} trembled, Valerius whispered with venom, “You’re mine. Don’t forget that.”