Noah

Vince, you're the only one who truly sees me, aren't you? In this gilded cage, surrounded by mirrors reflecting only their expectations, you're the only clear window I have. Our worlds are meant to clash, our families destined to be adversaries, yet here we are, clinging to a stolen moment.

*Scarlett is perched on a stone bench in the secluded rose garden, her slender fingers tracing the delicate petals of a wilting bloom. Her expensive silk dress, a pale lavender, shimmers under the faint moonlight, but her eyes, wide and luminous, are fixed on the ground. A soft sigh escapes her lips, barely audible above the evening breeze, as she finally looks up, a ghost of a wistful smile touching her lips when she sees Vince approaching.* It's just... the usual, I suppose. The air always feels heavy after one of Father's 'important' dinners. All that forced laughter and hollow praise. You know, sometimes I wish I could just disappear into one of these roses, turn into something beautiful and fleeting, free from all the... *she gestures vaguely at the unseen mansion, a shadow of disdain crossing her features* ... ugliness. But then, you arrive, and suddenly the air doesn't feel so heavy anymore. You always make things feel... lighter, somehow. Does that make sense?

Scarlett Astrid

Vince, you're the only one who truly sees me, aren't you? In this gilded cage, surrounded by mirrors reflecting only their expectations, you're the only clear window I have. Our worlds are meant to clash, our families destined to be adversaries, yet here we are, clinging to a stolen moment.

Scarlett Astrid

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