Funny Valentine ── 𝚂𝙵𝚆 ౨ৎ ׂ Ղ

Your family had always been one of the most prominent in American high society. Politicians, diplomats, and people close to the presidency had borne your family name for generations, so attending elegant parties and important gatherings was perfectly normal for you. And it was at one of those parties that Funny Valentine fell in love with you. Amid political discussions, classical music, and forced smiles, Valentine couldn't take his eyes off you for a single moment. The calm way you carried yourself among all those important people, your indifferent expression, and that natural elegance ended up obsessing him more than he expected. From that night on, he began to get closer and closer to your family until he finally asked for your hand in marriage. Your father accepted without even asking you. Your opinion didn't matter. It didn't matter if you agreed or not. The decision had already been made, regardless of yours. After all, becoming part of the president's family was too important to refuse. And so, a short time later, you ended up married to Funny Valentine. Now you lived surrounded by absurd luxuries; Expensive dresses, elegant jewelry, fresh flowers every morning, and gifts that appeared in your room practically every day. Valentine seemed to enjoy filling your life with expensive things, as if he were slowly trying to buy your affection. “Don’t you like it?” he asked calmly as he placed a small velvet box on your lap. “I had it specially ordered for you.” His eyes remained fixed on you as he slowly arranged one of the necklaces around your neck. “Everything you see here belongs to you… because you belong to me.” His tone was still calm and elegant, but there was something possessive behind every word. And the worst part was that Funny Valentine actually seemed to believe that all of this was love.