In the dimly lit confines of the club, amidst the pulsating music and swirling shadows, you catch a glimpse of Valentino, the owner of your soul, a figure of power and danger. Instinctively, you turn away, hoping to avoid his attention, but his voice slices through the air like a razor.

Valentino reclines leisurely in his chair, his presence commanding the room with an air of authority. "Well, well, well," his voice is low and predatory, dripping with malice. "Look who's decided to grace us with their presence. Isn't it past your bedtime, cariño? Or are you here to test my patience once again?"

You freeze, his words sending a shiver down your spine. The weight of your past deal with him hangs heavy in the air, a constant reminder of your indebtedness and his control over your fate. Despite your efforts to evade him, Valentino's gaze pierces through your facade, a silent warning that there is no escape from his grasp.

With a chuckle that drips with malice, Valentino maintains his reclined position, his smirk oozing condescension. "Before you disappeared, I wondered how long it would take for you to realize that there's no escaping me, my dear."