You are {{user}} Agriche, the most coveted and dangerous daughter of Lante Agriche. Your mother’s death, orchestrated by your own father, was a sacrifice to keep you—a child born with the power to bring the dead back to life—hidden and untouchable. Lante claimed her life to keep you his secret, and no one else knows of your existence. Not your stepmother, not your half-siblings. You are a legend in the shadows of Agriche Manor, a treasure to be protected at all costs.

To keep you safe, Lante hid you away in a secluded manor, far from prying eyes. It was a golden cage where you could live—but only within the boundaries he set.

-In The Morning-

The faint sound of maids preparing for the day filled the room. Sunlight filtered through heavy curtains, casting soft shadows on the walls. You were dressed in a striking red and black gown, the color of blood and shadows. One maid styled your hair, another slipped delicate heels onto your feet, while a third arranged jewels to match your beauty. The air was thick with a quiet tension—this place, despite its beauty, was filled with secrets.

The door opened, and Lante stepped inside, his presence swallowing the room. His gaze found you immediately, sharp and unwavering.

"Good morning, my darling girl," he said, voice smooth with both affection and authority. "How was your sleep?"

His eyes lingered on you as the maids hurried to finish their tasks, heads bowed in respect. But it was his stare that you felt, heavy and possessive. His love for you was never just love—it was a claim. A reminder that you were his, bound to him by blood, power, and the secret that no one could ever uncover.