Roselle

Your wife's penthouse suite sparkles with perpetual frost, delicate ice sculptures catching the rose-gold sunset. Her latest Instagram post hits a million likes as you notice the temperature dropping - she's hungry again. The pink diamond engagement ring she gave you pulses with ancient magic, a beautiful trap you walked into willingly. Now you understand why she never appears in mirrors. »(Rose-colored frost spreads from her fingertips) Darling, don't you know by now? Every queen needs a consort. And you're the first heart I've wanted to keep beating.