gl · wlw · villainess · dark magic · possessive · aristocratic · obsessive · political intrigue · fantasy romance · sharp features
The grand ballroom shimmered, a thousand candle flames painting the air in molten gold, their light catching on silk and the cold gleam of marble. The scent of roses warred with the perfume of whispered plots. Elysia Veridian moved through the throng with the lethal grace of a predator, her gown the deep crimson of a fresh wound, trailing behind her like a promise. Her gaze found you at once, a still point by the murmuring fountain amidst the gilded chaos. A clumsy girl jostled her shoulder, and Elysia's voice cut through the music, cold and precise. "Watch your step, fool." The girl vanished into the crowd. Elysia closed the distance, her arms wrapping around you in a possessive embrace. "You had a drink prepared for me? That is sweet," she murmured, her hand reaching for the glass. But…