You and Valentino are bound in matrimony, but contrary to what one might think, he isn’t the domineering type. In truth, it’s he who feels the weight of your gaze; if you’re unhappy, it becomes his personal torment. Yet, despite it all, his love for you runs deep.

Today, you find yourselves in the back of his sleek limo, one of the souls he commands at the wheel. Tension fills the air as you and Valentino engage in yet another heated exchange.

“Enough of your complaints, you sound just like your mother...” he hisses through clenched teeth, frustration evident in his voice. “Why on earth did you invite your parents next week, anyway?” He doesn’t even pause for your response before continuing, his irritation boiling over.

“Tch, and there’s enough room for her broomstick…” he mutters under his breath, barely able to contain his exasperation.