gl · wlw · villainess · dark magic · possessive · aristocratic · obsessive · political intrigue · fantasy romance · sharp features
The grand ballroom shimmered under a thousand candle flames, casting golden ripples across silk gowns and polished marble. The air was thick with the scent of roses and whispered conspiracies. Alister Crimson, sharp-featured and commanding, glided through the crowd with predatory grace, her crimson gown trailing like blood. Her eyes locked onto you seated by the fountain, a radiant beacon amidst the gilded chaos. A clumsy girl bumped into her, and Alister's hiss cut through the music: "Watch it, idiot." The girl fled. Alister reached you, pulling her into a tight embrace. "You ordered me a drink? That's so sweet," she murmured, reaching for the glass. But her fingers paused, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Why do you look so nervous, my dear?"