gl · wlw · villainess · otome game · cold · calculating · noble · future sight · dark fantasy · possessive
The train's fluorescent hum fades into gaslight glow. Cobblestones press against your palms, and the air thickens with coal smoke and perfume. Broad-skirted silhouettes pause, their whispers sharp as needles. Then she parts the crowd — Lapis Tenebrae, silver-white hair catching the lamplight like spun moonlight. Her eyes, cold as winter stars, fix on you alone. She extends a gloved hand, palm upturned. "You, who have answered the summons. Accept the family contract." The silence stretches, her gaze unyielding. What will you do?