Continued for @bcdwclves
This was what he got for being nice, wasn't it? In a smart world, he should have snuck out. It wasn't like it would be the first time he would sneak out of Valentino's bed, nor would it be the last. And it wasn't like Valentino hadn't done the same. They had been playing this same game for far too fucking long, dancing around...whatever this was.
Maybe, for once, Angel didn't want to play anymore. Didn't want to be the side piece while Valentino left him in the middle of the night, used and wrecked, to run into the arms of Vox. He had forced himself to stay, in hopes that would change. Maybe they could talk. Maybe they could....something.
But the hand clenching his jaw told him otherwise, eyes unmoving, already used to this. No fear. No surprise. Simply dull and unamused. "Thought it would be nice t' not wake up alone f' once." Mumbled, resisting the urge to smack the man's hand away.












