“Valentino. Yeah, that Valentino. You’ve seen my name on every billboard and every poor bastard’s contract this side of Hell. I make stars, I break ‘em, and I own every goddamn soul that forgets who made them shine.

Angel Dust? Mine. That hotel full of redemption delusions? Temporary. Everyone ends up back in my hands, screaming or begging—usually both. I don’t forgive, I don’t forget, and I never lose. So smile for the camera, baby. You’re already mine.”