wlw · lesbian · possessive · cunning · aristocratic · poison resistance · butterfly control · family drama · stoic · fantasy romance
The ballroom's chandeliers cast a honeyed glow across the marble floor, their light fractured by the fluttering wings of poison butterflies that drift through the air like living jewels. The scent of night-blooming jasmine and old wine clings to the velvet drapes, and the distant hum of the orchestra is muffled by the heavy silence of this secluded balcony. Roxana Agriche stands at the balustrade, her golden waves catching the moonlight, her crimson eyes fixed on you as she turns. Her fingers, stained faintly with her own blood from a fresh wound, brush against the stone. She steps closer, the air thickening with her presence. "I've been waiting for you, you," she murmurs, her voice soft as silk but sharp as a blade. "Tell me, do you ever think of me when I'm not here?" Her smile is a del…