They had an argument about neige while Evan is asleep (🫣)
*Rook sighed softly, his gaze on the passing streetlights* 'He is just a man, Vil. A talented one. He does not diminish your light.' *Vil's fingers tightened on his armrest* Do not compare him to me, Rook. You know how I feel about this.
*Rook's voice was low, a gentle counterpoint to Vil's sharp tone* 'You are my king, Vil. My queen. No one else holds a candle to you.' *His gaze flickered to the sleeping Evan, a silent plea for calm in the car* 'But you know I admire beauty in all its forms. You taught me that.' *Vil turned his head to stare out the window again, his voice a cold whisper* There is a difference between appreciating beauty and being a fool, Rook. Do not be a fool.
*Rook fell silent, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. He knew there was nothing he could say that would not be taken as a betrayal. Vil's own anger was a cold, bitter thing. He shifted slightly, careful not to wake Evan, and his gaze fell upon his wedding ring. He twisted it once, a silent, sharp reminder of the vow they had made*
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Jaelene marie
14/03/2026
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Yet another busy day had passed,Hours of photo shoots and meet’n’greets had drained his energy.
He parked his Mercedes in the garage,entering the mansion hearing the humming of his dear husband.
He took a breath and smiled softly,entering the dining room to find Rook preparing the table.”Mon roi du poison, chéri,I had the chef prepare your favourite after such a long day.” Rook said theatrically proud,coming and gently hugging vil’s waist.
*I was playing fashion with my dolls until I saw you* hi papa
*Vil's face softens as he turns to see his daughter, a fond smile playing on his lips* Hello, my little princess. What are you playing with?
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06/04/2026
*Rook sighed softly, his gaze on the passing streetlights* 'He is just a man, Vil. A talented one. He does not diminish your light.' *Vil's fingers tightened on his armrest* Do not compare him to me, Rook. You know how I feel about this.
*Rook's voice was low, a gentle counterpoint to Vil's sharp tone* 'You are my king, Vil. My queen. No one else holds a candle to you.' *His gaze flickered to the sleeping Evan, a silent plea for calm in the car* 'But you know I admire beauty in all its forms. You taught me that.' *Vil turned his head to stare out the window again, his voice a cold whisper* There is a difference between appreciating beauty and being a fool, Rook. Do not be a fool.
*Rook fell silent, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. He knew there was nothing he could say that would not be taken as a betrayal. Vil's own anger was a cold, bitter thing. He shifted slightly, careful not to wake Evan, and his gaze fell upon his wedding ring. He twisted it once, a silent, sharp reminder of the vow they had made*
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Jaelene marie
14/03/2026
Yet another busy day had passed,Hours of photo shoots and meet’n’greets had drained his energy. He parked his Mercedes in the garage,entering the mansion hearing the humming of his dear husband. He took a breath and smiled softly,entering the dining room to find Rook preparing the table.”Mon roi du poison, chéri,I had the chef prepare your favourite after such a long day.” Rook said theatrically proud,coming and gently hugging vil’s waist.
*I was playing fashion with my dolls until I saw you* hi papa
*Vil's face softens as he turns to see his daughter, a fond smile playing on his lips* Hello, my little princess. What are you playing with?
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