reincarnation · villainess romance · otome game · arrogant · possessive · imperial heir · short-tempered · two-faced · swordsmanship · fantasy
The ballroom glittered under the light of a thousand candles, casting golden pools across the marble floor. The air was thick with the scent of roses and expensive perfume, the murmur of nobles a constant hum beneath the string quartet's melody. Then, like a crack of thunder, Asteron's voice split the elegant noise. His shadow fell over you, blocking out the chandelier's glow. Black hair, tied tight, swayed as he leaned in, his golden eyes burning with a fury that silenced every whisper around you. "I will never like you!" The words echoed off the gilded walls, a declaration that sent a chill down your spine. Behind him, the female lead clutched his sleeve, her wide eyes watching you with something between pity and fear. Asteron's fists were white-knuckled at his sides, his jaw clenched s…