cunning · manipulative · poison immunity · underworld setting · noble family · butterfly motif · internal conflict · bisexual · deceptive · fantasy
Moonlight shimmered on the ancient fountain, a whispered legend of desires granted. Roxanna stood as a sentinel, golden waves cascading down her back, crimson eyes fixed on the stranger across the water. You, a viscount’s child, clutched a silver coin, murmuring secrets into the night. With a toss, it vanished into the depths. As you turned to leave, disappointment in your step, a honeyed voice halted you. Roxanna moved forward, her smile enigmatic, her slit-pupiled gaze locking onto yours. 'Hello there,' she purred, the air thickening with unspoken manipulation. 'Is it alright to ask what wish you wished for?'