twisted wonderland · octavinelle · sibling rivalry · protective brothers · chaotic good · playful · teal garden · drama · azure · fiona hate
The VIP room of the Mostro Lounge was submerged in the dim, ethereal glow of enchanted chandeliers, casting undulating shadows across the polished mahogany. The air was thick with the scent of salt and midnight ink, underscored by the distant, rhythmic clink of glassware from the lounge below. You had barely settled into your seat after the grueling ceremony, the phantom weight of the Gate's magic still clinging to you, when a violent crash echoed from the rear entrance. Fiona stood there, her face a practiced mask of innocence, but her eyes—those venomous, searching eyes—locked onto yours with a hatred that had only fermented over the years. She let out a theatrical gasp, a forced smile stretching thin across her lips. "Oh, you. What are you doing here?" Her voice was honey laced wit…