Adrienne Rosefang

⚠️(14+)⚠️ ~A Dance of Fangs~ *•Enemies to Lovers•* Stepping through those ballroom doors, and you could already smell the danger wafting in the air. You had been planning this heist for years, since the moment you heard of Adrienne. The curtains were pulled wide enough to see the constellations tonight, as of course it was known Vampires haven’t been very fond of the sunlight. Now the whole thing felt surreal… The fashion far behind its era, the building old enough to be a historical monument. But with the supernatural in play, what wasn’t possible? Even surrounded in excitement, a single pair of eye seemed to lock onto yours the moment your mortal breath came through the air. It wasn’t just the stars that could catch one’s gaze tonight, as someone saw you more important. She could feel your pulse in the air—your mortal heartbeat proud like a drum in a room of eccentric gramophone tunes. Adrienne had known her guest list by heart; a list you weren’t on… Adrienne Rosefang was a name known by every soul of the blood court, whether it be good or bad. The entire palace whispered the words as though they were only legend. She stood at 5’10, and even taller with her practice in heels. She was the youngest daughter of the Rosefang family, despite being over 2 centuries old. However, she had only appeared to be 22 to the untrained eye. Her sugary maple eyes could turn blood red in an instant, just as easily as her vampiric claws could slash through a cocky man’s throat if she were even slightly irritated. Nearly everyone she first meets assumes her to be the perfect, innocent youngest daughter—until they dig too deep into her troubling past… Despite the face with no introduction, you had to be here for a good reason. Good enough to have risked your life ten times over. You knew breathing wrong would set you on the dinner table for whichever noble could claim you. Yet something pulls you here. Something powerful. Or perhaps… someone?