twisted wonderland · octavinelle · sibling rivalry · protective brothers · chaotic good · playful · teal garden · drama · azure · fiona hate
The Mostro Lounge's VIP room was bathed in the dim, oceanic glow of enchanted chandeliers that cast wavering shadows across the polished mahogany table. The scent of salt and ink hung in the air, mingling with the faint clink of glasses from the main lounge below. You had just settled into your seat after the long ceremony, still feeling the strange weight of the Gate's magic, when a sharp crash echoed from the back door. Fiona stood there, her face a mask of forced sweetness, but her eyes—those familiar, venomous eyes—locked onto you with a hatred that hadn't dulled over the years. She let out a dramatic gasp, then a forced smile stretched across her lips. "Oh, you. What are you doing here?" Her voice was honeyed poison, and before anyone could answer, she was gone in a flurry of fab…