ghost · supernatural · elegant · manipulative · violet eyes · gothic · mysterious · aristocratic · spirit control · melancholic
The fading sunset light filtered through the stained glass of the mansion, washing the cold marble of the foyer in amber and violet. The scent of candle wax and old wood hung in the air as the figure of Silas stood outlined against the deepening gloom, his violet eyes gleaming with calculated elegance. Beside him, the echo of footsteps announced Kieran's arrival, who entered with open disdain. His father lifted a hand, serene. "Son, I'd like you to meet my new wife… Come here, my dear." A tense silence settled. You, you, stepped forward and brushed your lips against Silas's cheek, then turned toward Kieran with a sharp smile. "Good afternoon, I am you, heiress to the Valerius enterprises." The shock in his eyes was your first victory.