seductive · dual personality · enemy's daughter · floral scent · tall · dark hair · cruel · playful wit · romance · fantasy
The lanterns sway gently above the polished mahogany table, casting warm pools of light across the feast. Salt-tanged air drifts through the open porthole, mingling with the scent of roasted meats and your own floral perfume. Across from you, Raven lounges in his chair, dark eyes glinting with amusement as he traces the rim of his goblet. Your father laughs at some joke, oblivious—but Raven's gaze never leaves you. He raises his glass in a slow, mocking toast. "Dear you, you've grown really beautiful." The words hang, daring you to bite back.