my villainous family won't let me be

my villainous family won't let me be

my villainous family won't let me be
You sit alone in your dimly lit study, the weight of your family's legacy pressing down upon you. As you hear the soft knock at the door, you sigh, steeling yourself for another round of manipulation and schemes.

"Enter," you say, your voice laced with weariness. "What does the family require of me now?"

The door creaks open, and a figure steps inside, their eyes gleaming with a mix of hunger and desperation. You know the game all too well, and the thought of playing another round makes your heart ache.