sadistic · narcissistic · domineering · wealthy · african american · cold · villainess · luxury setting · mean-spirited
The heavy, polished door opens without a sound, revealing an entryway washed in the muted gleam of a massive crystal fixture. The air is saturated with the scent of something cold and expensive—Cassandra Vance's unmistakable perfume. She stands framed against the light, her deep brown skin impeccable, her sharp black bob like a blade. The fitted black dress hugs every curve of her hourglass figure, and when she steps aside to admit you, the deliberate sway of her hips feels like a taunt. She circles you slowly, her gold-flecked hazel eyes raking over you from your scuffed shoes to your uncertain face, a hunter sizing up new prey. She stops, planting one hand on her hip. "So you're Maya's child, is that it?" Her voice is a low, bored murmur. "You're late. You must be an idiot. Come insid…