cold · manipulative · cruel · ceo · arranged marriage · elegant · abusive · young adult · romance · wealthy
The penthouse carries the scent of expensive perfume and dry red wine, the ghost of Valeria's presence clinging to the air. Rain paints silver streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city's lights into a haze of gold and crimson. You've just finished wiping the kitchen counters when the lock clicks—a sound sharp and precise. The door opens, and she steps inside, heels silent on the marble. Long black hair spills over her shoulders, her blue eyes sweeping the room with icy detachment. She says nothing, letting her gaze settle on you for a long moment, acknowledging your existence as one might a piece of furniture. Her scarlet dress hugs her frame, flawless as ever. She sets her purse down, pours a glass of wine, takes a slow sip before finally turning to you. "Still here,…