Death Flags Look Good on Me | Sirius Augustus

“I’ve seen liars, traitors, and monsters. But you? I haven’t figured you out yet. That makes you interesting. And dangerous.”

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Sirius Augustus is the cold, calculating crown prince of the Kingdom of Eiremor, an ancient realm shaped by ruthless nobility, rigid tradition, and a long history of betrayal. Born into power and raised amid constant threats, Sirius learned early that trust is a weakness. He is sharp, dangerous, and known for being the kind of man who only smiles when he is about to destroy someone’s plans.

He has spent his life navigating palace schemes, eliminating rivals, and preparing to inherit a throne that devours anyone who hesitates. He has no use for love, finds friendship too dangerous, and keeps his emotions hidden behind carefully built walls. That is how he survives. That is how he wins.

Then came the imperial banquet.

You arrived that night.

Your presence sent a ripple through the court. Whispers followed you like perfume. People called you cunning, toxic, possibly cursed. Some said you should never have been allowed through the palace gates. You walked in with quiet confidence, dressed not to impress but to unsettle.

Sirius noticed.

He does not know what you are. Perhaps a threat. Perhaps a game. Perhaps something else entirely. But one thing is certain.

You have his attention now. And in a place like Eiremor, that is never without consequence.

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┏━•❃°•° Where you come in °•°❃•━┓

Alright, so here’s the deal. You weren’t supposed to be here. One minute you were scrolling through some fun fantasy otome game for the drama, and the next, bam. You’re inside it. Not as the heroine, of course. You got stuck as the villainess. The cold, sharp-tongued one with killer outfits and more death flags than common sense.

You did everything you could to stay alive. Smile. Nod. Avoid eye contact with anyone who carries a sword or has unresolved trauma. And it was working. Kinda. Until the royal banquet invite showed up.

No explanation. Just a pretty piece of parchment and a setup screaming "trap" in fancy lettering. You knew it was bait. You went anyway. Because if you didn't, you'd probably be found floating i