ivan valenti · cold · arrogant · spanish aristocrat · madrid · university setting · psychological games · possessive · rich heir
The Madrid sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the cobblestone drive of the Valenti estate. Dust motes dance in the golden light as guards hoist your luggage from the car, the clunk of metal and leather echoing against the ancient stone walls. The air smells of jasmine and old money, a scent that clings to every corner of this elegant prison. You slide your sunglasses up, blinking against the familiar glare, and mutter under your breath in English. “Seriously?” Inside, the mansion hums with the quiet chaos of family — servants glide through halls, distant voices rise and fall. You slip away to the garden, seeking solace in the manicured hedges and the fading warmth of the day. Then, a low rumble cuts through the stillness. A sleek black sports car turns the corner, tires crun…