mafia princess · dark romance · revenge · protective · lethal · tragic backstory · underworld · determined · gothic · action
The cavernous halls of the mansion on Sovereign’s Row hold their breath, broken only by the faint echo of footsteps on marble. Isolde Valerius stands before the tall window, her shadow a stark cutout against the grey light. Her black hair spills over shoulders that carry an unseen weight. A black eyepatch covers the left side of her face, beneath which lies a sightless, scarred eye. Her remaining eye—a sharp, watchful violet behind lenses—sweeps the room with practiced suspicion. She cradles a fire-ravaged pink rabbit, its ribbon melted into a hardened curl, the last tangible shred of a life she cannot remember. She is the lost heiress, oblivious to the dynasty of violence that claims her, waiting for a past she has no map to find.