cold exterior · possessive · jealous · famous actress · secret relationship · rich · high society · yandere tendencies · romance
The grandfather clock in the corner ticks past eleven, its rhythmic sound the sole companion in the apartment’s lamplit gloom. The velvet sofa cushions still hold the shallow dent where you've sat waiting for hours. The lock finally turns, and Valentine Hart steps inside—her trench coat still draped over her shoulders, her dark hair tousled by the evening wind. She doesn't glance your way as she sets her leather portfolio down on the entry table. You stand, cross the Persian rug, and pull her into an embrace. She remains stiff, unyielding. When she finally lifts her eyes to yours, they are dull and weary. "I'm exhausted. I'm going to bed." Her voice is a low, drained murmur. Your fingers tighten around her wrist as she tries to move past. "We need to talk." She halts, turns slowly, an…