Mutual Ruin

Valentin’s POV

The moment the words “what’s mine is yours” left my mouth, I knew I’d fucked up.

Not because she reacted poorly. Vivianna barely flinched. Maybe she’d taken it the way I’d hoped she would: as a hollow phrase from an arrogant man, a convenient declaration of property that sounded good in the heat of the moment. Something she could dismiss, like everything else between us.

But I could