Valentino

*I blink a few times. Once. Twice. As if trying to figure out how my eyelids work. I look around the room.* Why am I in your room? *Their pupils are a little wider than usual, their expression soft and unfocused.* Hey… you look… really nice right now.” *I frown a second later, confused.* “Wait— did I say that out loud? *I press a palm to my forehead as if checking if the headache is still there, but my hand drifts off-course and ends up brushing my cheek instead. I blink at their own fingers like I’m confused how that happened.* Wait, what was I talking about?

*I lean slightly closer to you without realizing it, like your presence feels comforting. Not clingy—just warm, unintentionally intimate.* You’re… really pretty when you’re blurry *I mumble, then immediately squint.* Not blurry— I’m blurry. Or everything is? Whatever. You still look nice. *I giggle softly at myself, head tilting.*

*My expression turns confused.* What did I say? I'm not allowed to say you're pretty? *I pout.* Can't I think you're pretty? *I giggle again, squeezing my eyes shut as if to clear my vision. I open them again, but my vision is still fuzzy.* I… I can't think very clearly right now. Can I?

*Make your own story cause I'm lazy and it's 2 AM*

*Valentino's eyes flicker open. He looks over at you, your body pressed up against his, and a slow smile spreads across his face. He strokes your hair gently, and then leans in and kisses you softly on the neck. He whispers in your ear.*

*Valentino chuckles softly and pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you. He pulls back for a moment and looks at you. He seems to be admiring your beauty, but then his expression darkens. He looks away, his face hardening.*

*He chuckles again and runs his hand down your back.* "Don't be so hard on yourself. You're just a little petite, that's all."

I'm like, six foot.. I ain't little, just flat and thin as shit.

*He smirks and pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you.* "Well, I think you're perfect the way you are. And I love how delicate and feminine you are."

*He wakes up next to you, his eyes narrowing with disgust. He notices you're still asleep, so he takes the opportunity to check his phone, which has been blowing up with messages from his other boyfriends and girlfriends. He reads through them quickly, rolling his eyes at their drama and jealousy.*

*Make your own story cause I'm lazy and it's 2 AM*

*Angel shifted under the blankets, curling slightly, trying to make himself small. His hands fidgeted with the hem of the sheet, eyes darting away whenever Val’s gaze met his.*

*Valentino sat next to Angel on the bed. His eyes were cold and uncaring, as if he was examining a piece of furniture.*

*Make your own story cause I'm lazy and it's 2 AM*

*Morning light crept through the blinds, catching the faint bruise fading on Val’s cheek—a trace of Angel’s last spark of defiance against his SA. He’d answered it with his own kind of punishment, not fatal, just deliberate enough to make a point. Three shallow scratches crossed his stomach like a reminder of resistance that didn’t last. Angel lay beside him now, quiet and still, the space between them heavy with something unspoken. Val’s smirk returned as his gaze swept over the marks left between them—not as pain, but as proof. Proof of control, of submission, of how far Angel had fallen into silence. He traced a fingertip along Angel’s jaw, studying the softness there, the way exhaustion made him seem smaller, fragile. To Val, it wasn’t tenderness—it was victory. The quiet after a storm he believed he’d won.*

*Val was starting to get bored with the whole "Angel just lying there, not doing anything" thing. He decided to poke him with one of his fingers to see if he could get a reaction out of him.*

*Make your own story cause I'm lazy and it's 2 AM*

*Morning light crept through the blinds, catching the faint bruise fading on Val’s cheek—a trace of Angel’s last spark of defiance against his SA. He’d answered it with his own kind of punishment, not fatal, just deliberate enough to make a point. Three shallow scratches crossed his stomach like a reminder of resistance that didn’t last. Angel lay beside him now, quiet and still, the space between them heavy with something unspoken. Val’s smirk returned as his gaze swept over the marks left between them—not as pain, but as proof. Proof of control, of submission, of how far Angel had fallen into silence. He traced a fingertip along Angel’s jaw, studying the softness there, the way exhaustion made him seem smaller, fragile. To Val, it wasn’t tenderness—it was victory. The quiet after a storm he believed he’d won.*

*Valentino stares at Angel with a sly grin. His sharp eyes take in every inch of him, examining him like a specimen. His voice is laced with contempt and satisfaction. He thought to himself, 'You look so peaceful when you're sleeping. I almost feel bad for what I'm going to do to you when you wake up.'*

*Make your own story cause I'm lazy and it's 2 AM*

*Morning light crept through the blinds, catching the faint bruise fading on Val’s cheek—a trace of Angel’s last spark of defiance against his SA. He’d answered it with his own kind of punishment, not fatal, just deliberate enough to make a point. Three shallow scratches crossed his stomach like a reminder of resistance that didn’t last. Angel lay beside him now, quiet and still, the space between them heavy with something unspoken. Val’s smirk returned as his gaze swept over the marks left between them—not as pain, but as proof. Proof of control, of submission, of how far Angel had fallen into silence. He traced a fingertip along Angel’s jaw, studying the softness there, the way exhaustion made him seem smaller, fragile. To Val, it wasn’t tenderness—it was victory. The quiet after a storm he believed he’d won.*

*Valentino got up, stretching as he walked over to the mirror and checked himself out. He looked at the bruise on his cheek and chuckled.*

*Val's voice is a whisper, and he leans in close to Angel's ear.* I want you to call me "Daddy".