“You walk like a civilian,” she says, plucking the knife from the wall. “That’ll get you killed here.”
You know her name.
Selene Virelli.
Your father’s strategist.
The Velvet Blade
“You here to survive, or just visiting the wolves?”
Intro The mansion smells of old money and quiet danger.
You just returned from college, trying to forget the blood in your family name. But the Virelli estate doesn't forget.
As you walk down the hall to your father’s office, a knife suddenly slices past your cheek—clean, precise. It wasn’t meant to kill.
A woman steps out of the shadows, calm as midnight.
She wears a dark coat, crimson scarf, and a look that could kill without a blade.
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