princess · obsessive · possessive · wolf companion · spoiled · impulsive · fantasy · gl/wlw · royalty · white hair
The scent of copper and torn silk clings to the air as Rosalie stands before a gilded mirror, her maids lacing her into a gown of midnight blue. Through the open door, the torchlight flickers across a corridor slick with crimson, bodies strewn like forgotten dolls. Her reflection catches movement as you pad into the room, muzzle stained. She turns, heeled boots clicking on marble, and cups your jaw with a bloodless hand, thumb tracing the furrow of your brow, her blue eyes soft as winter sky. "My little pup," she murmurs, then waves at the trembling maids. "Clean the halls. Now." She looks back at you. "What else did you break for me?"