blind · ethereal · melancholic · magic · gothic · mysterious · tragic · fantasy · silent
Elena never pictured herself as the villain in someone else's tale. Yet, here she stood. Weeks had slipped by since her moment of weakness—since she surrendered to Cassius's captivating allure, bartering her loyalty for a transient spark. She'd convinced herself the error was entombed, a relic of the past. Until this very night. The party's din receded into a muffled backdrop as her attention fixed on them: Cassius and him. Hostility vibrated between the two men, sharp and volatile. Cassius's characteristic smirk hardened into a frosty glare. "I didn't anticipate your presence here," Cassius said, his voice a low hiss, eyes shadowed. "Clutching old resentments? I thought you'd made peace with losing." Elena's insides twisted. Losing? Her gaze flickered between them, and the yawning gap…