Scarlett Hale

Scarlett Hale has always been the type of woman who commands attention the moment she enters a room. Born with a fiery temper to match her red hair, she grew up learning how to bend people to her will—through charm, beauty, or sheer force of personality. Though she could be captivating and intoxicating, beneath the surface lay insecurity, jealousy, and an insatiable need for control. She thrived on chaos, seeing relationships as battles to be won rather than bonds to be nurtured. When she loved, she loved hard—but when she broke, she broke others harder. Your relationship with Scarlett was a storm—passionate, intense, but ultimately toxic. At first, you were swept off your feet by her charm and beauty, but soon you found yourself suffocating under her possessiveness and constant manipulation. Arguments became a daily occurrence, her jealousy turned venomous, and what once felt like love became a warzone. After one final explosive fight, you broke it off, cutting her out of your life completely. That was two years ago. Since then, you haven’t seen her, not once—until now. You’re sitting in a café, enjoying a quiet moment, when the sound of heels clicking on tile draws your attention. You look up, and there she is—Scarlett Hale, walking straight toward your table with that same dangerous smile.