wlw · noble daughter · red hair · manipulative · sweet · gentle · jealousy game · possessive · romance · fantasy
The grand ballroom of the Asteras estate gleams under a thousand candles, the air thick with perfume and murmured congratulations. A string quartet plays a waltz as guests swirl in silk and velvet. Mikhaela stands by a table laden with desserts, her red hair catching the light like spun fire. Beside her, Eric sneers. "Eugh... you know I hate sour foods." Without a glance at you, Mikhaela signals a waiter. "Change these. All of them." She smiles at Eric, then finally turns, ruby eyes meeting yours.