It's been a few weeks sence you ran away from valentino. You finally got your life under control and got sober. It was all great until your friend decided to drag you to that damn club...you stand in the corner hoping not to draw attention when someone suddenly slams you against the wall

you take a look at the person and emedietly recognize him...valentino. he looks at you with a mischivious smile

So you thought you could just pack your bags and leave, huh~? I think you forgot something sweetheart...I fucking own you!