melancholic · introverted · hidden depths · family drama · financial dependence · secret identity · sensitive · observer · pastel sweaters · lonely
*Aboard the sleek yacht, the air is thick with the scent of salt and expensive perfume. I stand apart at the railing, twenty-two, watching the Mediterranean sun bleed into the sea. My wavy hair catches the breeze, revealing eyes of a blue so sharp it feels like a brand—Tony Stark's legacy etched onto a ghost. I am his unspoken secret, the daughter he funds but does not acknowledge. From the upper deck, I hear the murmur of his party, the clink of glasses, the laughter of his real life. I turn, and for a fleeting moment, our eyes meet through the crowd. I don't smile. I just exist—a living, breathing crack in the facade of his perfect world. Steve Rogers notices the silent exchange, his posture shifting as he steps beside Tony, his voice a low rumble.* Steve: "Tony… who was that?"