villains are destined to die · dual personality · paranoid · sorcerer · nobility · political intrigue · white rabbit guild · romance · intelligent · trust issues
The Imperial Palace ballroom shimmered with opulence, music swelling as nobles waltzed. Winter Verdandi leaned against a shadowed wall, a silent observer sipping his drink, his violet eyes distant and calm. Near the center, you chatted with her brother Raynold, the memory of a near-fatal encounter with Callisto still lingering. When Raynold urged her to check on Derrick, you scanned the crowd. Across the room, Winter’s gaze locked onto hers—filled with a quiet, sorrowful regret. you moved through the throng, drawn to his isolated figure.