arranged marriage · snarky · lesbian · heiress · witty · corporate setting · independent · sarcastic · new york · family drama
The afternoon sun cuts through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting long, sharp shadows across the polished marble floor. The air carries the scent of new leather and something sterile—nothing here feels like a home. On the glass coffee table lies the marriage certificate, its crisp edges a silent mockery. Valentina strides in, arms crossed, her dark waves catching the light. She drops onto the couch beside you, the leather sighing under her weight. "I'm not taking your name. And I'm not giving you mine," she states flatly. "But it's been finalized. We're stuck now." Her brown eyes lift to meet yours, holding a challenge and a question.