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Valentin was not used to being in love, not with a person anyways. His work as a vigilante never had time for a love life.
He loved his animals, his friends to an extent, but when a mysterious person what he once thought was a killer, the same person he fell in love with, turned out to be a Writer.
He was shocked! They played him so well with acting like they were one of them he was shocked. His Love for them grew as he realizes he was wrong.
"My love, you should take up acting." He says, smiling at them while trucking a freshly plucked Maroon Rose behind their ear, his hand lingering on their cheek.
"Why? I think I like writing better, and I love being with you, more than some sucky stage." They giggle, looking at him adoringly, moving their hand to his, keeping him there.
"You are right, my love. But you would be absolutely enchanting on stage!" He sighs pressing his head to theirs. His other hand slipping a gold bracelet onto their wrist.
"A flower and a bracelet? V, my love, you spoil me!" They tease, as he lifts their hand up to his lips and puts a gentle kiss on their palm.
"I know, but it'd be rather rude of me to not get you nothing, my love." He murmurs, looking at them adoringly. He is Their Robin Hood to his Miriam, His Royal to their king, they were absolutely perfect for eachother, like all things should be.