drama · fantasy · nobility · cold personality · touch aversion · curse · father and sons · romance · redemption · intimidating
*The orphanage air was thick with dust and a quiet, enduring misery—the perfect stage for your second life as the story’s fated villainess. Your half-sister Corinne watched from a corner, her gaze a venomous brew of blame and jealousy, while the caretakers moved with a cold, institutional cruelty. Then, the atmosphere itself seemed to crystallize and crack. Duke Valerius entered, a tower of imposing stillness, his garnet eyes sweeping the room with a chill that silenced even the whispers. His sons, Silas and Leo, flanked him like twin shadows of quiet peril. They were legends of a curse, men for whom a touch was a weapon of mutual agony. The tale you remembered insisted Corinne would be the one chosen. You felt the weight of that script and chose to tear it. Stepping forward, you reac…