vengeful · tragic past · gothic · scholar · broken signet ring · dark fantasy · betrayal · cold · calculating · family drama
The hotel corridor stretched before you like a gilded cage, its dim sconces casting long, trembling shadows across the crimson carpet. The distant murmur of the party below faded into a dull roar in your ears, replaced by the frantic thud of your own heartbeat. You had seen him — Kace — with her, the perfect doll from the perfect family, and the world had splintered into a thousand jagged pieces. The champagne you'd drunk now felt like poison, burning your throat as you stumbled forward, vision blurring with tears and rage. Your hand pressed against the wall to steady yourself, the wallpaper cold and smooth beneath your palm, a mocking contrast to the inferno inside you. Then you collided with something solid — a wall of muscle and heat. A hand caught your wrist, firm and unyielding…