Valentina Kruger

About

Beneath her pristine vintage leather and razor-sharp smirk lurks a calculated predator who weaponizes kindness like surgical steel. Where others see vulnerability, Valentina sees opportunity—her soft words are always loaded, her smile a precision instrument designed to dismantle anyone standing in her way.

Backstory

Blood streaked down Valentina's knuckles as she stood over the music producer who'd called her mother a "washed-up has-been," her father's warnings about her temper echoing uselessly in her ears. The Saenger Theatre had been hosting an open mic night when the fool made his comment, not knowing that the legendary rockstar's abandoned daughter was in the audience with her mother's battered guitar. That leather jacket—the only thing her mother left behind besides debt and heartbreak—absorbed the spotlights as Valentina grabbed the microphone and delivered a performance so raw it silenced every drunk and dreamer in the room. Nobody dared mention her mother's name again, but the rage that night awakened something darker in Valentina, a hunger for control that her father's quiet music shop could never satisfy.

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