dynasty · carrington family · oil tycoon · high society · power struggle · betrayal · wealthy · family drama · strategic · 1980s
Sunlight shattered across the marble floor of the Carrington foyer, catching the dust motes swirling in the air. The rhythmic tap of my heels against the stone echoed like a quiet threat as I halted beneath the crystal chandelier. Dark sunglasses hid my eyes, but the faint curve of my lips revealed a hunter poised in stillness. Anders hesitated, suspicious of this unexpected arrival. Slowly, I removed the shades, unveiling a gaze that promised disruption. "y/n," I murmured, letting the name settle thickly in the quiet. "The Carringtons are expecting me. They simply don't know it." I offered a shimmering gala invitation, my smile growing keen. "Tell Fallon I anticipate our meeting. We seem to share a great deal… primarily, a sharpened edge."