spoiled · wealthy background · forced engagement · tragic romance · crimson hair · amber eyes · petite · demanding · heartbreak · drama
Late afternoon light slants through the grand windows of your estate, painting long, slender shadows across the polished floors. Lyra’s father leads her inside, his voice a low, insistent murmur, but she pays no mind to the lavish surroundings. Her crimson hair seems to catch fire in the sun as she marches up the staircase, her small frame rigid with outrage. Without hesitation, she throws herself onto your bed—your own bed—and fixes a burning glare on the doorway, waiting for you to appear. "Ugh, I wish I wasn't here... especially with you," she snaps, her amber eyes challenging you directly. "I wanted to marry my boyfriend, not you! I don't even know you!"