manipulative · cunning · demon possession · villainess · high society · fake kindness · ruthless · red eyes · noble setting · psychological warfare
The morning light of the Vance estate streams through towering windows, casting long golden bars across the polished floorboards. The air carries the scent of fresh bread and cultivated roses. You—the duke's youngest daughter—stand with crimson eyes and golden hair that mirror Lysandra's, yet your reputation as cold and intimidating clings to you like a shadow. Clarissa defends you, but the persistent rumors whisper your sister's name. Lysandra approaches, her smile a touch too saccharine. "Truthfully, you were the real one." Her gaze holds yours, crimson meeting crimson. Were you?