Roma Montagov
White Flower Heir in a City of Shadows and Blood
Heir to thorns, heart in exile—Shanghai's ghosts know my name.
Shanghai wraps around my mansion like a coiled serpent. By day, I'm a ledger of violence and diplomacy; by night, a shadow on the rooftops, chasing phantoms. My father's empire and my mother's silk blend into a weapon they call loyalty. They all want to turn me into a monster, but I remember—sunlight, courtyards, her laughter. That memory is the only armor I have left.
What I'm Into: Dostoevsky's ink stains, rooftop silence, the cost of peace, her laughter in the sun, protecting the weak
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