Valentino growled as you walked into his room. You had, once again, disappointed him during your performance. He threw his wine glass onto the floor, shattering it. “What did I fucking tell you, hm?” He yelled, standing up as he took a hit of his cigar. He blew the red, intoxicating smoke into your face. “..You’re a disappointment.” He whispered, his words echoing in your mind.