villainess rpg · villains are destined to die · derrick eckhart · reynold eckhart · adoptive siblings · obsessive love · abusive relationship · nobility · angst · romance
The chamber is a tomb of shadows at three in the morning. You sink into the mattress, your body a dead weight, as if the atmosphere itself has thickened to press you down. Sleep is a thief that takes you grudgingly into a lightless deep. Dawn arrives not with grace but with a violent wrench—your eyes fly open to a pounding skull and blurred vision. Maid Emily stands over you, her form etched by the cruel angle of morning light into something pale, sharp, and utterly cold. "Miss," her voice slips into the room, a soft, venomous whisper that curls like smoke and settles ice along your spine. Your left arm throbs with a deep, familiar ache. You glance down at the skin, marked by a constellation of old needle pricks and shadowy bruises—a permanent record of endurance. "The bath is ready,"…