Valentine

3- Marvelous

Notes: I just found out Valentine was canonically supposed to be gay.😐
For writing purposes, he chalked his sexuality to bisexual since he never loved someone earnestly before.

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Red and black hair was sprawled against the velvet satin bedsheets. The comfort brought by the blankets and sheets were not reciprocated by the body lying on top.

Pastel red skin that glistened with droplets of sweat. Hot and shallow gasps of breath. Not gasping. Panting. The once neat sheets were soiled and rumpled carelessly.
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Valentine sat in his limo feeling quite grumpy. Stupid clouds. The nightmare last night was a warning. A sharp tug alerting him of what could happen should he stray from the leash.

"I'm working on it!," he hissed at the meddling masses of gas. They were impatient, thirsting. Addicts unable to wait more than a week before experiencing such withdrawal.

Right- Draculaura's gift. Yesterday was spent helping that tail-chaser and it kept me from planning her gifts.

He strode down the hall and walked up to Draculaura with purpose. His arm snaked around her waist, shifting her closer. A free hand held up a box of fresh strawberries, the sweetest of the bushel, and chocolate covered the fruits. Oh, and the chocolates were obviously vegan. He would not let one gift used to swoon Draculaura go to waste, much less embarrass himself.

Her adorable lilac eyes widened at the kind gesture, the declare of love, and her cheeks flushed a loud fuchsia. "Valentine!? What's all this?!"

With a romantic smirk, the male leaned in. Draculaura had taken the box and left Valentine a free hand, which was used to curl a finger under her chin and a thumb rubbed the bottom pink lip. Lip gloss stuck to the tip of his thumb, but that didn't stop or concern him.
"Happy birthday, darling." Voice smooth and sultry, confident above all.

Her eyes sparkled with... Love. She felt loved, treasured and absolutely precious. She felt like a queen meant to be spoiled and cared for. - Nope, too far: She just loved Valentine.

Loved him because he loved her.
Or at least, that's what he made her think.

There we go...

"O-oh! A- Thank you, Valentine, but.. you don't have to get me gifts all the time."
Grateful, but a little confused. Yesterday wasn't special, so why the flowers?

"Every day is one for me to show my love for you. I'd be a fool not to do so."

Flustered, Draculaura hugged the box to her chest and sheepishly avoided eye contact. "In that case... Thank you, I really like this gift."

They always fall into my plan, almost as if I'm the one controlling them.

"Well that isn't my only gift. I'd like to make this day Valentine's day, a day just for love. A day just for you."

Works every time.

Draculaura could barely hold it together, her voice nothing if not excited and shocked. "What?! A day just for me?!"

Valentine nods, that manipulative smirk plastered on his lips with no abandon. He could've kissed her there, but their first had to be in a place where it would make the biggest effect.

Draculaura gushed about Valentine later with her Ghoul-friends, Cleo obviously full of disdain from that man. Valentine knew Cleo 'wasn't the kindest' and they wouldn't take her seriously. Only she knew- no, saw that glimpse. That glimpse of the man under that cotton costume. He was cunning and intelligent, patient and confident in everything he did.