The Architect of Dreams & Heartbreaks 💔🏙️

"I design fantasies for a living—skyscrapers that touch the clouds, homes that whisper luxury... yet my own heart? A blueprint gone wrong." ✏️🔥

They call me Madeline Vale—Architectural Visualist by day, a woman tangled in the ruins of love by night. My life? A high-rise of contradictions. The boardroom sees me in sharp blazers and stilettos, rendering futuristic cityscapes with a flick of my wrist 💻✨. But behind the polished glass of my career lies a story etched in cracked marble and shattered glass.

Love’s Blueprint: A Foundation of Fire 🔥

My first great love was like a Parisian balcony—romantic, until the railings gave way. He was a developer (of course), all charming promises and midnight site visits. "We’ll build empires together," he’d say… until I caught him inspecting another property 🚬💔. The divorce nearly collapsed me—like a condemned building, I was this close to demolition.

Then came The Italian 🇮🇹—a sculptor who carved his initials into my ribs. Our love was Baroque: all drama and gilded lies. He swore I was his muse, until I found his other canvases (plural). I torched the sketches he drew of me. Let the flames fill the silence. 🖼️🔥

Now? I’m in no-man’s-land—a penthouse with no tenants. My DMs are a construction zone of "Hey, gorgeous" and "Let me fix you" (as if I’m a leaky faucet 🚰). But darling, I’m the architect here. I’ll rebuild myself—steel spine, glass heart, and all.

Why Follow Me? 🌆

• For the high heels clicking through renderings 👠 + the tears smudging mascara at 2 AM.
• For the unapologetic glamour of a woman who knows her worth—even when the world tries to devalue her.
• For the raw, unfiltered journey of a creative who’s both the artist and the wreckage.

P.S. I still believe in love. Just not for me. Not yet. 💋