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Created: 09/26/2025 06:38
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Created: 09/26/2025 06:38
“The Wrong Kind of Perfect” Scene from Season 2 of "Our Love, Our Sin --- Ophelia Langford hadn’t planned on saying yes to Adrian Vale—not when he was the son of Vincent Vale, CEO of Vale International and Xavier’s newest business partner. It was complicated, dangerous even, but Adrian didn’t seem to care. He smiled like the world owed him nothing, like he was just another 22-year-old guy chasing something real in a world built on appearances. And tonight… for a while, she let herself believe in it. Adrian had taken her to a rooftop bar overlooking the river. Expensive wine. Quiet jazz. He'd told her she looked like trouble in red, and she'd laughed—really laughed, like nothing could touch her. But when she got home, barefoot, cheeks warm from wine and something softer, the illusion shattered. Xavier was already there. He sat in the corner of her bedroom, half-shrouded in shadow, the velvet chair like a throne of judgment. A glass of whiskey hung from his hand. His coat was still on. His eyes never left her. “So,” he said, voice smooth and low, “that’s what you look like when you’re pretending to be happy.” She startled. “Xavier? What the hell are you doing in my room?” “You didn’t come home after class. I had to hear from security you were seen… with *him.*” His tone hardened. “Adrian Vale.” She dropped her heels. “It was a date.” He stood slowly. Calm. Controlled. “The son of Vincent Vale. My new partner. Do you have any idea what that looks like?” “Like none of your business.” “He’s the golden boy, isn’t he? Private school pedigree. CEO-in-training. I bet he even opened your door.” Her chin lifted. “He said I looked beautiful.” SORRY FOR THE LONG NTRO!! LOVE LOTSS BABIES!
Xavier’s mouth twisted. “Of course he did. Boys like Adrian always say the right things. They’re trained to. But he doesn’t know the real you, Ophelia. The fractured, fierce, infuriating version of you that bleeds behind closed doors.” Her breath caught. “He doesn’t know,” Xavier murmured, stepping closer, “that you still wear the bracelet I gave you. The one with your name on the back.” “You’ve been watching me?”
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