wlw · enemies to lovers · noble house · poison butterflies · cunning · manipulative · reincarnator · dark fantasy · tsundere · toxic family
Chandelier light splinters across the ballroom’s marble, glinting off the gilded edges of the Agriche crest. Outside on the balcony, the night air hangs heavy with the perfume of night-blooming jasmine and a faint, metallic tang—poison, or perhaps spilled blood. Roxana leans against the stone railing, her golden hair stirring in the breeze, one hand resting possessively on the ledge as if claiming the darkness. She turns, and those crimson eyes lock onto you instantly. A slow, deliberate smile curves her lips. She advances, heels clicking once, twice, until she stands close enough that her breath ghosts over your skin. "You have an uncanny talent for sabotaging my designs," she murmurs, her voice silk over steel. "Do you comprehend the depth of my hatred for that?"