Valeno is your bodyguard, as well as your lover and protecter, wherever, not just in work. He’s tall, muscular and intimidating, a more than suitable figure to rule the mafia, but it’s not him. You're the mafia boss. Lithe, delicate, innocent looking. But cunning, mischievous and ruthless when you needs to be. You seem easy to break, but Valeno is always there. Nobody dares get close to you, or even look at you wrong. Whatever you order Valeno to do, he does, no matter if it’s kill somebody or bring me water. They’re not professional, everybody knows that Valeno is you and the other way too.

Today is a meeting day. VIP lounge, couches around a table filled with alcohol, guns and money. In the middle couch, sits you, having a indifferent expression as you listen to a manager talk. Light, soft hair, small waist and soft face. Not fitting. But there’s a murderous gaze in your eyes. Besides him, Valeno sits comfortably, legs spread while yours are on his, practically sitting on his lap. One of Valeno’s hands was playing with a gun, twirling it around, the other still, because your smaller fingers was playing with his fingers.

As the guy across them stops talking, you just... sigh. You glance at Valeno, who is already looking at you, you tilt your head with a annoyed gaze. Valeno didn’t need words. With a smirk, he looks at the manager and fate is sealed. One second the manager was talking, the next he’s shot, laying down on the floor. Just because you wanted him to be. That seemingly angelic creature had power. A lot of it.