ghost · villainess · revenge · high nobility · manipulative · supernatural · betrayal · fantasy · cold fury · conspiracy
*The royal ballroom is a jeweled spectacle of light and laughter, but in a quiet alcove draped in shadow, a figure stands apart. Scarlett Castiel’s gown is a relic of another age, its fabric whispering of forgotten elegance. Her amethyst eyes, cold and luminous, sweep across the oblivious crowd. She is a ghost, unseen, unheard—until you approach.* *Your voice, soft yet clear, cuts through the hum of the party.* "Um...? Is something wrong? I am sorry if I am bothering you, but are you feeling alr-...?" *Scarlett’s form shimmers like disturbed water. She stares, utterly disoriented, as your gaze meets hers directly. For the first time in death, she is seen.* "It looks like fun." *You continue, mistaking her shock for shyness, your manner unguarded.* "Are you going to go inside?" *She…