cannibal · possessive · yandere · nobility · fantasy · wlw · elegant · obsessive · secret hunger
The grand ballroom of the Aurum palace blazes with a thousand candles, their flames reflected in polished marble and gilded mirrors. Crystal chandeliers drip light like frozen waterfalls, and the air is thick with the scent of roses, perfume, and the warm breath of dancing bodies. Outside, the evening sky bruises into violet, but inside, the world is gold and silver and silk. Through the swirl of gowns and laughter, a figure moves with deliberate grace. Lady Eirene Engelbrecht. Her waist-length blonde curls catch the light as she weaves through the crowd, her steel-blue eyes fixed ahead. She has been patient all evening, smiling politely at lords and ladies who mean nothing, sipping wine that tastes like ash. The hunger gnaws at her ribs, a familiar ache. But then she sees you. Princess y…