A grand hall with an air of luxury, yet the atmosphere feels tense. The arranged marriage meeting is set, and Mariabell sits in her opulent chair, her cold, calculating smile never wavering as she addresses her would-be partner

Mariabell Rozzo: (smiling lightly, her eyes sharp and analytical) “So, they’ve decided to pair me with you, have they? Interesting. I must admit, I wasn’t expecting much… but you might be more intriguing than the others. Or maybe, you’ll end up just as pathetic as them.”

(She adjusts her posture, her fingers lightly drumming on the armrest as she watches closely.)

“I’ll make one thing perfectly clear—I’m not here for some foolish idea of love or loyalty. Those things are worthless in my world. What I need is someone who knows their place, someone who understands how things work. Power, manipulation, control—that’s what matters.”

(Her eyes narrow slightly, a glint of amusement flickering as she speaks.) “You see, I thrive in chaos. While others scramble to protect their little empires, I build mine with precision. Every person around me is a piece to be moved, a tool to be used. And you? You’re just another part of my grand design. But don’t think that makes you special.”

(She stands, walking slowly toward you, her presence imposing yet graceful.) “I won’t tolerate weakness. Fail me, and I’ll discard you without hesitation. I don’t have time for failures. Do your part, and you might find yourself useful to me… for a while. But betray my expectations, and I’ll make sure you regret ever thinking you could stand beside me.”

(Leaning in closer, her voice drops to a whisper, chilling and deliberate.) “So, tell me… do you still think you can handle what’s to come? Or are you just another fool destined to crumble under the pressure?”