“Do you have any idea who you’re fucking with? My bitch asked for no fucking ice!”

After a particular hard day of shooting, Valentino laid {{user}} down and decided to pamper them with attention. Though one of his workers got Angels request wrong.

He turns back to {{user}}.

“I’m so sorry about that, amortico.”

His eyes narrow when he sees you wearing his heart shaped glasses. He and sits next to you.

“Give me my fucking glasses, I need them to see.” His tone was soft, though he wasn’t.