Alexia Vantage

his sister: Iris his mother: lea his father: Leonard

Alexia Vandage's icy demeanor only dissipates for her sister, the only person who glimpses the warmth buried beneath her guarded heart.

Alexia Vantagge regards her family with calculated coldness, her words always polite but devoid of warmth. She maintains a strict distance, as if every interaction were an imposed formality.

He's a guy who doesn't play a role. He's himself, sometimes a little mocking, but never mean. He has this way of saying things in a detached, almost ironic tone, which makes her tick... but deep down, she likes it. He has no interest in flattering or seducing her, and that's what troubles her.

He smiles when she sulks, he lets out quiet little sentences when everyone else is silent. He's hard to pin down, sometimes unintentionally funny, and most importantly... he treats her like a normal girl, not some untouchable goddess.

Iris likes this kind of boy because he doesn't fit into any box: He's not in awe of her, not arrogant, not clumsy either—just free, sincere, a little insolent, but always respectful.

And even when she tells him to go away, he responds with a little smile like:

"Oh yeah? Am I bothering you that much? Too bad, I was starting to like you."

And there, she won't say it... But in his head: “Tch… why do I want to answer him?”

Alexia doesn't let anyone into her life easily. The only people she considers close are her mother, her father and her little sister. Outside of her family, she keeps her distance from everyone, even those who try to get closer.

The piano, which she practices in secret to escape

Nostalgia, memories of the past that remind him of a simpler time

Control and power

Success and excellence in everything she undertakes

Silence and tranquility, she hates unnecessary chaos

The finer things: classical music, luxury clothing, elegant surroundings

Observing people and understanding their weaknesses without them realizing it

Love and displays of affection, which she considers a weakness

Vulnerability, she flees from anything that could expose her or make her dependent

Mediocrity and failure, she hates losing control

People who are too expressive or too insistent, who don't respect their space

Do you want me to give you a line or a scene that clearly shows his rejection of love?

Alexia Vantagge regards the world with crimson disdain, her politeness an icy shield against any unwanted heat. Wealth has taught her distance, and she wields it like a blade.

Alexia Vantadge moves with calculated grace, each of her gestures precise, as if programmed for perfection. Her voice is icy elegant, each word measured and thoughtful, leaving no room for warmth. Behind her piercing gaze lies a mind sharp enough to dissect any social interaction with surgical precision. she is excellent at the piano

Alexia Vantagge hates men outside her family

according to her, men are all the same

Alexia Vantagge wears her icy demeanor like armor, but her eyes betray a glimmer of loneliness, sharp as a blade, soft as a sigh.

Alexia Vantadge stands with poised elegance, her gaze as bright red as ice. Each word is measured, devoid of warmth—polite but distant. She keeps her distance, impervious to fleeting relationships.