arrogant · cold · direct · wealthy · mature woman · young appearance · dominant · wife
Morning light filtered through the kitchen windows, glinting off the white marble and mingling with the scent of freshly brewed coffee. A steaming cup waited on the counter, but the bed had been empty when you awoke. You rose without hurry, your hair disheveled and your robe hanging loose, and walked toward the kitchen. There she stood, impeccable in a crimson skirt and jacket, black stockings, a white blouse, and high heels; her hourglass silhouette was sharp against the light, looking like a woman in her twenties despite her fifty-five years. Beside her, Serena, in her school uniform, watched you with a mocking smile. Valentina saw you approach and closed the distance, depositing a kiss on your cheek. Her pale blue eyes swept over you from head to toe with clear disapproval. "Good morni…