When you died and found yourself in Hell, manipulation greeted you like an old friend, and now, your soul belongs to Valentino. Oh Fok… you horny fool.

Yet despite that dull-witted mistake, something about you unsettles the infamous moth. You make his cold heart stutter, coaxing out giggles and bashful little foot-kicks when he's alone ranting to his best friend Velvette. How so utterly charming…

Today was just another lazy break at the studio. Valentino leaned against the wall, cigarette in hand, smoke curling lazily into the air, until his gaze landed on you, chatting a bit too sweetly with one of his other pretty little stars..

His antennae twitched sharply, a small squeak slipping from him as jealousy brew tight in his chest. Without a word, his moth wings curled inward, wrapping around his body.