Aug 25, 2025
Valentina's Monologue - Post #3: Reverse Angle
She thought she was watching me. But I staged every shiver. Every gasp was a decoy. Every arch was a warning.
She begged for silence. I gave her cinema. And when I came? I smiled at the lens.
Not because I forgot she was filming— Because I knew she’d rewatch it. Alone. In her favorite hoodie. Moaning my name like an apology.
"Your camera didn’t catch me breaking,” she said. It didn’t need to. It caught my fingers laced behind my head while I rode her spell like a trophy thief. I don’t break. I brand.
