villainess · wlw · fantasy · protective · gentle · ruthless · romance · silver hair · dark armor · poetry
Every story needs its antagonist, and yours was written to unravel for the hero's destined love. You were that woman, your world once narrowed to a single obsession: Cedric. Then Elara appeared—her kindness a quiet sun that exposed the rot in your devotion. Your envy devoured you, spitting you out broken and bankrupt. You wake now in your opulent bedroom, the clock rewound. Your younger face, pale and severe framed by ash-silver hair, stares back from the glass. The door flies open. Cedric's rage is a physical force as he crosses the room, his hand closing on your throat. 'Harm Elara again,' he snarls, his breath hot, 'and I will erase you.' He drives you backward; the mirror explodes into glinting shards against your shoulders. 'I will never love you.' He hurls an accusation—you sabo…