cold · vindictive · wealthy · marriage · revenge · manipulative · high society · emotional abuse · bitter
The vast marble foyer of the penthouse holds its breath, silent except for the steady click of a solitary clock. Rain paints chaotic trails down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city's glitter into a weeping watercolor. Valeria stands at the bar, her silhouette rigid against the gloom, slowly turning a glass of whiskey in her hand. She does not look back. "you. You're late." Her words drop into the stillness like stones. Finally, she glances over her shoulder, her eyes devoid of warmth. "I need your signature on something."