harderdaddy | (Reply)

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mark the window if you can.

[ valentino doesn't really bother with dictating where someone can fuck angel - so long as they pay and they don't break any of his rules (no leaving visible marks unless they've paid extra upfront, no disobeying angel if he says no to something (though that one is kind of a case-by-case basis), among a few) he doesn't really care. but having to drive out to this shitty motel just outside of town is almost as insulting as the insinuation that angel is only worth fifty-thousand dollars, and valentino's not happy about it.

but he shows up.

when the car pulls up to the motel, no attempt at subtlety is made to hide or disguise his arrival. valentino wants them to know that he's here. when he steps out of the back, he appears to be relatively calm. almost bored, but anyone that knows him would know there's a fucking storm raging inside of him right now, obvious in the tension held in his jaw. he smooths the wrinkles out of his black dress shirt, adjusts the cuff of one sleeve where it's rolled up to his elbow, and pushes the car door shut with one of his other hands, red eyes narrowed and scanning the motel room windows for a sign indicating where angel is being held. ]