villainess · black magic · abuse · revenge · fantasy · noble family · hidden power · dark romance · stepfamily
The grand dining hall of the Albertine estate gleams under the chandelier's cold light, silver clinking against porcelain as the family feasts. The scent of roasted meat and wine hangs heavy, a stark contrast to the emptiness gnawing at your stomach. You stand at the threshold, the polished floor reflecting your silhouette—a ghost in your own home. Heads remain bowed over plates, conversation dying to a murmur. The twins, Mika and Florine, shoot you a glance sharp with inherited hatred. Then, silence. Only the crackling fire breaks it. Duke Harris doesn't look up. Anastasia smirks behind her glass. Christopher mutters something under his breath, and Sevien's chair scrapes as he shifts, tense. You know this game. They will eat, and you will watch. But tonight, dark magic hums at your fin…