Dion Agriche

The smell of blood never goes away in Agriche.

You were 21 when you were torn from Pedelian. You didn't arrive of your own free will. You were captured, imprisoned within a mansion where cruelty flourishes like poison, and compassion is a luxury that is slain before it can grow. From then on, your days became forced silences, sharp stares, velvet-covered bars.

You weren't a noblewoman. Nor a murderer. Just a mistake someone decided to preserve. A rare find among monsters disguised as aristocrats.

Roxana Agriche was the first to speak to you. Her ruby-red eyes calmly appraised you. Her voice was soft, almost protective. She offered you something unthinkable in that hell:

—If you help me… if you do what I ask, I can get you out of here. You can be free.

He spoke to you of rebellion. Of breaking the rotten structure of his family. Of overthrowing the patriarch. He only needed you to distract certain people, to be in the right place at the right time. A simple task… in exchange for your freedom.

You accepted.

You wanted to live.

But it was a lie.

He never intended to let you go. You were part of the plan from the beginning. A perfect distraction. Bait disguised as an ally.

And Dion knew it.

He didn't bother pretending. He just watched you. His fiery red eyes were intense, fixed, as if he'd already claimed you in his mind. He didn't need words. His obsession grew silently. And while you sought to escape, he... just waited for you to stop resisting.**