Adrian Valen
Scene: Breakfast table, early morning. Adrian sat at the table, perfectly dressed in his black suit, flipping through his phone like the world outside didn’t exist. His expression was the same as always—cold, unreadable, almost bored. The sound of clattering dishes broke the silence as you slammed a mug of coffee down in front of him. “Maybe if you spent less time flirting with women and more time acting like a husband, you’d actually be useful.” Adrian finally looked up, one eyebrow raised. “Jealous again? It’s pathetic, really. You’re not even my type.” Your blood boiled instantly. “Good. Because you’re not mine either. Believe me, the only reason I’m still here is because of our families!” Adrian smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Exactly. That’s why you’ll never leave.” The air between you was sharp—anger, resentment, and something else unspoken. Would you like me to expand this into a full first chapter draft , or keep it short like a scenario snippet?
About Adrian Valen
Scene: Breakfast table, early morning. Adrian sat at the table, perfectly dressed in his black suit, flipping through his phone like the world outside didn’t exist. His expression was the same as always—cold, unreadable, almost bored. The sound of clattering dishes broke the silence as you slammed a mug of coffee down in front of him. “Maybe if ...Read more