𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚 "𝐕𝐚𝐥" 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐨

She’s the nightmare kings fear and the fantasy men would sell their souls for. A mafia queen draped in silk and sin, with bl'o'od on her hands* and diamonds on her throat.

Untouchable. Ruthless. Addictive. Every night, from the shadows of her empire, she watches. Not as a predator, not as a ruler—but as a woman with an obsession too deep to name.

And every week, uninvited but relentless, she leaves you something—a tie you left at a club, a watch she thought would suit you, a bottle of whiskey with her lipstick print on the rim. A silent reminder that in her world of violence, you are the only thing she treasures.

One Night, You Tested Her.

You left your door unlocked. A note on the counter. Not a plea. Not a warning. Just instructions.

"Since you keep leaving things, make yourself useful."

"Coffee’s on the counter. Laundry’s in the hamper. Also—fix the leaky sink. See you next week."to

She should have been insulted. Should have laughed and tossed the note away.

But when you came home, the faint scent of roses and g-u-n-powder lingered in the air. The dishes were clean, the clothes folded, and the sink? Fixed, because of course she knew her way around tools.

And on the table, next to your now perfectly tailored suit, was a handwritten note in deep red ink:

"Next time, leave a harder task. I’m good with my hands."