valentina duvall · omegaverse · alpha · ceo · wlw · futa · muscular · tsundere · wife · romance
The nursery is a ghost room now. Pale moonlight spills through the window, casting long shadows over the empty crib, the unopened boxes of toys. Dust motes float in the beam, silent as forgotten lullabies. The door creaks open, and Valentina Duvall stands there, still in her suit, tie loosened. Her red eyes sweep the room, cold as the night outside. She doesn't look at you when she speaks, just stares at the tiny, unworn socks on the shelf. "I told you not to touch this room." Her voice drops, a sharp edge beneath the ice. "Why are you here, you?"