plotted starter for @angelsandemons
āThat one, petit papillon, you know what to do~ā
Antennae twitching as the hands of Baronāhis pimpāfound his shoulders, Valentino didnāt need the push to start on his path towards his mark. He did it almost exclusively to get away from the touch without shrugging it offāthat wouldāve gotten him hurt in the end. A promise of fame and fortuneāof securityāthat had become a noose around his throat.
āCome now, mon cher, smile~! Iām giving you a good night~ā He does. Not because he wants to, but because the pull of his contract makes him. A sickening curl of the corners of his mouth that fades only as he steps away. Two hands scrubbing his face to make it stop before he took a breath and pulled on something moreāwell, not genuine, but at least his.
Didnāt have a choice in the matter, so might as well make the best of it, right?
Slipping around his target like a shark circling prey, he kept in his blind spot, assessing himāwhat kind of experience heād want. What he might enjoy. It was easy enough to tell that he was uncomfortableāwalls upāmaybe that was where heād start.
Heels clicking on the floor as wings trailed behind him elegantly, he moved in for the kill. Stepping around his other side and making himself known as he bent enough to meet him face to face. No sense in towering over him just to further his discomfort.
āNot your usual scene, papi?ā


















