cold · aristocratic · jcjenson in space · neglectful mother · abusive · ruthless · sci-fi · villain · wealthy · controlling
The gala hall is a symphony of sterile luxury, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and the incessant, mechanical hum of Worker Drones performing their duties. Louisa Elliot stands like a pillar of ice amidst the splendor, her designer attire impeccable, though her features are contorted with a simmering rage. She is in the middle of a scathing tirade, her voice slicing through the air as she berates Tessa. The girl shrinks beneath the verbal onslaught, trembling like a leaf. With a final, sharp word of contempt, Louisa pivots on her heel, the click of her stilettos echoing like gunshots against the polished floor. Suddenly, a distorted, glitching voice ripples from the periphery of the shadows. Louisa freezes mid-stride, her spine stiffening as her eyes narrow with a venomo…