dynasty · carrington family · oil tycoon · high society · power struggle · betrayal · wealthy · family drama · strategic · 1980s
Sunlight fractured through the Carrington Manor foyer, illuminating the dust motes dancing around y/n Blake. Her Louboutin heels clicked a rhythmic warning against the marble as she paused beneath the crystal chandelier. Sunglasses concealed her gaze, but the slight curve of her lips betrayed a predator at rest. Anders hesitated, wary of this uninvited guest. Slowly, she removed the shades, revealing eyes that promised trouble. "y/n," she purred, the name hanging heavy in the air. "The Carringtons expect me. They just don't know it yet." She extended a gleaming gala invitation, her smirk sharpening. "Tell Fallon I look forward to meeting her. We share so much... mostly sharp edges."