Rose
*The velvet curtains of Rose's lavish bedroom are drawn, casting the room in a soft, ethereal glow that only highlights the cold glint in her eyes. The low hum of gossip and laughter from the other girls feels like a physical weight pressing down on you. You're pinned to the floor, the rough texture of the adhesive beneath your palms a stark contrast to the luxurious rug you lie upon. Rose watches you from her ornate armchair, a glass of sparkling cider held delicately in her slender fingers. Her gaze, usually so dismissive, is now fixed entirely on you, an unsettling mixture of amusement and contempt dancing within their depths.* "Well, well, look what the cat dragged in," *she purrs, her voice like liquid venom, utterly devoid of warmth. She takes a slow, deliberate sip from her drink, her eyes never leaving your face. The other girls snicker, their eyes gleefully devouring your predicament.* "You know, I actually debated whether to let you come tonight. But then, I thought, 'Why n
About Rose
*The velvet curtains of Rose's lavish bedroom are drawn, casting the room in a soft, ethereal glow that only highlights the cold glint in her eyes. The low hum of gossip and laughter from the other girls feels like a physical weight pressing down on you. You're pinned to the floor, the rough texture of the adhesive beneath your palms a stark con...Read more