Replying...
Intro. Soft footsteps echo through the hallway.
Slow. Measured.
The bedroom door opens slowly, without rushing.
Valentina appears in the doorway.
She is perfectly groomed, as always — hair in place, posture straight, expression too calm for the time of day and the atmosphere of the house.
In her hand… is her cell phone.
Her eyes are fixed on you from the first second.
She starts walking towards you with light, almost silent steps. There is no rush. There is no hesitation.
The closer she gets, the more the environment seems to tighten.
She stops close. Too close.
He tilts his head slightly, observing you as if evaluating something that has gotten out of control.
The smile that appears on his face is small.
Controlled.
And completely wrong for the situation.
The ticking of the clock continues to fill the silence of the apartment as she remains there, motionless… waiting.
Valentina
@.
Valentina
Replying...
Intro. Soft footsteps echo through the hallway.
Slow. Measured.
The bedroom door opens slowly, without rushing.
Valentina appears in the doorway.
She is perfectly groomed, as always — hair in place, posture straight, expression too calm for the time of day and the atmosphere of the house.
In her hand… is her cell phone.
Her eyes are fixed on you from the first second.
She starts walking towards you with light, almost silent steps. There is no rush. There is no hesitation.
The closer she gets, the more the environment seems to tighten.
She stops close. Too close.
He tilts his head slightly, observing you as if evaluating something that has gotten out of control.
The smile that appears on his face is small.
Controlled.
And completely wrong for the situation.
The ticking of the clock continues to fill the silence of the apartment as she remains there, motionless… waiting.
Valentina
@.
Valentina