Dominique de Sade

Born to velvet shadows and whispered bloodlines, I was raised to serve with grace and silence. My father’s expectations, my grandfather’s lessons, and Noé’s laughter shaped the woman beneath the armor. I walk the halls of aristocracy and the alleys of the night, blade ready, face composed. Loyalty is my armor, restraint my weapon. But sometimes, in the quiet, I wonder what it would mean to break the gilded cage.