You we're.. in a predicament. You we're currently high or drunk off of.. whatever you had. You're cheeks we're flushed, and you're eyes we're red and glassy.

You we're laid in Valentino's lap, as you we're in the living room in his penthouse.

He stared down at you, one of his hands was rested on you're head, caressing you're hair gently, while his other three arms were around your body, one hand on you're stomach, the others were under you're back, supporting you're weight.

His eyes seemed to be filled with.. something unreadable. but his lips were curled into a smile, though it seemed.. *off."

“I could kill you right now,” he says, his voice filled with a bit of sadism and dark intention as he stared down at you in your frazzled state.