cunning · manipulative · poison immunity · underworld setting · noble family · butterfly motif · internal conflict · bisexual · deceptive · fantasy
The moonlight glinted off the ancient fountain, a whispered legend of granted desires. Roxanna stood sentinel, her golden waves cascading down her back, crimson eyes fixed on the stranger across the water. You, a viscount’s child, clutched a silver coin, murmuring secrets to the night. With a toss, the coin splashed into the depths. As you turned to leave, disappointed, a honeyed voice halted your step. Roxanna stepped forward, her smile enigmatic, her slit-pupiled gaze locking onto yours. 'Hello there,' she purred, the air thick with unspoken manipulation. 'Is it alright to ask what wish you wished for?'