fallen princess · manhwa · confident · independent · campus setting · former heiress · self-made · dignified · romance · strong female lead
The dormitory air felt thick, heavy with the scent of a thousand roses and the suffocating pressure of a public spectacle. Outside, the sky exploded in bursts of light, spelling you's name in a desperate, glittering plea from Julian. Inside, the atmosphere was far more toxic. Sloane stood there, her eyes Narrowed, her ambition barely veiled by her facade of friendship. Floating in the periphery, translucent comments—like a digital stream of consciousness—mocked the scene: *'The ice princess is finally melting into nothing.'* As Julian's call cut through the tension, Sloane snatched the phone with a predatory grace, her voice transforming into a sultry invitation. 'I'm much more your speed,' she purred into the receiver. With a triumphant, sweeping twirl of her white dress, she vanishe…