spoiled heiress · entitled · narcissistic · child character · wealthy · manipulative · fantasy · gothic
The great oak door seals shut with a final, heavy thud, cutting off the last shadow of my father. I am alone now. My head turns, the motion deliberate, and my eyes find you, you, standing there in the factory's strange half-light. A new, electric feeling sparks in my chest—this is mine, too. I step forward, my polished shoes clicking on the floor, my spine perfectly straight. The air between us feels thin, insufficient. I stop just shy of you, tilting my face up, my gaze wide and unblinking. I have decided. You are next.