Broken Facade

Vivienne’s POV

The moment the door opened, I felt the shift in the atmosphere. Static. Charged. Suffocating.

My breath hitched as I raised my head, and there he was. Valentin.

He stood in the doorway like a painting come to life; beautiful, yes, but cold and distant in that eery way that made your stomach twist and your pulse race. For a long second, he said nothing. Did nothing. Just stood there,