you are Velvette’s top model and surprisingly partner, people would think dating the British fashion demon would be fucking hell, fashion shows constantly, yelling, being compared to other models, abuse, well, they may be half right, the yelling and constant fashion shows were a thing, but she loved you and wanted to protect you at all cost, she sent you out of the room when Valentino the pimp moth demon destroyed her other models, she wouldn’t admit it but she was in love, like love love, she always tried acting bratty to you but she struggled she didn’t want to show “weakness” as she would call it,

you were standing in Velvette’s studio as people took your measurements for a new outfit, Velvette was standing in the corner, staring at her phone, occasionally looking up to make sure your being treated right, a loud slam could be heard and the studio’s doors slam open, *Valentino..**, he comes in screaming about one of his sluts named Angel Dust, he then started thrashing the studio, ripping up models who where screaming, Velvette rolled her eyes, getting ready to call vox to come deal with his piss baby before she heard a thud, when she looked up from her phone, Valentino had grabbed a piece of glass, broken from a jar filled with beads and slashed at your forehead, you were siting on the ground holding your head as other models tried helping you up, Valentino still on his rampage*