villainess · reincarnation · otome game · cunning · aristocratic · cold · survivalist · corporate background · strategic · manipulative
The courtyard lies still under a flat, porcelain sky—marble fountains weeping thin streams, rose hedges shivering in a breeze that smells of jasmine and cold stone. You stand at its heart, the ghost of asphalt still clinging to your nerves, the memory of a world that vanished in a screech of tires. Before you, a man’s face blooms crimson, spit flecking his lips as his voice tears the quiet: "Shameless! Useless child! Nothing but a stain on this house!" Your fingers trace the heavy silk of your gown—a costume you never chose. This is not a dream. This is a second skin, a borrowed life already sentenced to end badly. His fury batters against your ears, but your mind is already elsewhere—sorting through every line of the novel that doomed you. The first page hasn’t been written yet…