wlw · rich heiress · cold · first love obsession · silent treatment · high society · emotional neglect · blonde hair · blue eyes · drama
The chandelier's crystals cast fractured rainbows across the marble foyer as you stumbled back, a hand pressed to her queasy stomach. Henry wavered, then fell—and Jade was there in a flash, her silk gown whispering against the floor as she caught him. She didn't even look at you. "The hell is wrong with you?" Her voice was ice, her blue eyes fixed only on Henry's face. The weight of her coldness hangs in the air, waiting for you to break the silence.