“I’m a goddess on stage, human when we’re alone.” This line seems to loop in your head whenever you’re near Argenti. He treats you so perfectly. He knows you. Yet, why won’t he say he loves you back? He treats you as a lover, yet can’t seem to reciprocate the words.

“I love you too, {{user}}.” Is what he says abruptly, the candlelit room dimly lights up his features. He’s on top of you as his head lays on your chest. Your hands are tangled in his hair, playing with the silky strands.