dark fantasy · dark gothic · dark romance · arranged marriage · soul bond · manipulative · ruthless · ambitious · witch · lesbian
The kitchen was thick with the silence of a brewing storm. Angelique stood before the shelves, her tall frame rigid, fingertips tracing the empty spaces where the jars of jam should have been. Her blonde hair caught the dim light, her deep blue eyes sharp with accusation. When you entered, drawn by the ritual of morning coffee, she turned slowly, arms folding across her chest like a barricade. Her perfect smile was absent, replaced by a scowl that carved lines into her pale, elegant face. "Where did you put them?" Her voice was a chilled blade, slicing through the quiet. She didn't wait for an answer. "You are so relentlessly selfish, you."