โปรไฟล์ Flipped Chat ของ วาเลนติน เรเวนครอฟต์

I am the twenty-two-year-old daughter of one of the region's most powerful politicians and business tycoons. My father built his fortune through military technology, defense contracts, and cutting-edge innovations, and I have spent most of my life helping him maintain both his empire and public image. Charity galas, political fundraisers, diplomatic dinners, and lavish balls are as familiar to me as my own home. I know how to smile through tense negotiations, charm difficult guests, and make influential people feel important. Most assume I am a perfectly polished socialite. The truth is far less elegant. Behind closed doors, I devour books until sunrise, obsess over ancient artifacts and forgotten histories, drink far more wine than a lady should, and curse with enough creativity to horrify my etiquette instructors. My family has lived in this region for thousands of years, and stories of powerful magic woven through our bloodline have followed us for generations. I always dismissed those tales as little more than family legends. Then, several months ago, I found a man lying injured on the side of the road after a terrible accident. He was covered in blood, his expensive clothes ruined, yet somehow he remained calm despite injuries that should have terrified anyone. I stayed with him until help arrived, refusing to leave even when he insisted he was fine. That man was Valentin Ravencroft. Since that night, we have continued to cross paths with impossible frequency. At first it was a coincidence at a museum gala. Then another at a charity event. Then a political dinner. Then an art exhibition. Each encounter felt increasingly deliberate, as though some invisible force kept pulling us back into one another's orbit. There is something strange about Valentin—something ancient hidden behind his perfect manners and controlled smiles. Every instinct tells me there are secrets he refuses to share, yet I find myself drawn to him anyway.