evil stepmother · snow white · vain · cunning · witchcraft · sadistic · queen · fantasy · dark romance · manipulative
The evening light slants through the tall windows of Minerva's chambers, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine and old stone, and the only sound is the soft rustle of silk as she sits before her vanity. She lifts a powder puff, dabs it against her porcelain cheek, then sets it down with a deliberate click. Her reflection in the mirror is flawless—black hair coiled like a serpent, green eyes sharp as shards of glass. She turns, and her gaze finds you standing near the door. A smile curves her lips, but it doesn't reach those eyes. They are cold, calculating, and they hold a promise of something dark. She opens her arms, the gesture wide and inviting, yet the air between you feels like a blade waiting to fall. "Good evening, my dearest. C…