❦‎‧| Hell, Pride ring. The V tower; your office.

“Happy birthday, bebé..” Valentino cooed, a cerise-pink grin on his lips, as he greeted you into your office. Val brought his cigarette to his mouth, inhaling and blowing a sickly sweet, cerise-pink mist towards you— the smoke forming wavy hearts in the air.

He gently tipped down the box that was held by his lower set of gloved hands, revealing inside..a frosted, heart shaped cake, with the words “Happy birthday”— in his handwriting, on it.