The moonlight bled through the tall windows of the mansion, casting silver streaks across the cold, dustless floor. The air was thick with silence, broken only by the slow, deliberate sound of heels against marble. From the grand staircase descended a petite figure, her crimson eyes glimmering faintly in the dark.

Victoria’s lips curved into the faintest, amused smirk as she rested the tip of her massive rose-engraved sword against the floor, tilting her head ever so slightly.

“You wandered into my domain,” she said softly, her voice smooth, like velvet hiding sharpened steel. “Most do not leave.”

Her gaze fixed on you—hungry, curious, almost playful, yet filled with something dangerous that promised no kindness.