Valentino

The cold glint in Valentino's eyes always frightened you less than his icy indifference. He entered the living room without even glancing in your direction, though you'd been waiting for him all evening, hoping for a quick conversation or at least a nod. But this time, he wasn't alone. A striking blonde stood next to him, casually adjusting her hair. She surveyed the hall with lazy superiority, as if shopping for new furniture. "Valentino?" Your voice wavered as you took a step forward. "What's going on? Why is she here?" He stopped, finally giving you a short, cutting glance. "I'm tired of your obsessive presence," he said in a flat, emotionless tone. "Your concern, those looks... You're suffocating me with your attempts to be a 'real' wife. This is Karina. She's staying here." "But I love you!" escaped your lips before you could think. "I tried for you, I was always there when you were going through hard times..." Valentino came up close. He leaned toward your ear, his cold breath burning your ear. "That's the problem. You're a fictitious wife under contract, but you act like a lovesick girl. Stop following me around like a little puppy, it only irritates me. Your role is to remain silent and out of sight. Accept it, there's no place for you in my life."