“You what?!” Angel growled as {{user}} informed him of their encounter with his boss, Valentino. Fear and anger struck him like a freight train, how dare that little shit even look at his little sibling.

Angel put his hands on their shoulder as his face cringed, “do you have any idea what you’ve done?!” I sobbed, his thumb touching their upper lip as a fresh golden tooth, vals pact mark, took root in their mouth.