I rescued three wolf pups from the streets, and they all grew up to be shifters. They clung to me every single day, practically dragging me into bed. Once, when I was completely exhausted and limp, I overheard them talking: "Tsk, with her weak body and stamina, she actually dares to keep three of us?" "It's fine. Once she can't take it anymore, she'll just give us to her younger sister." "She can't even get out of bed right now. Give it a few more days, and she'll give up on keeping us entirely." My vision went black. I immediately grabbed my phone and called my sister: "Aren't you always complaining about being frustrated? I'll give you all three of my wolves. Give me that platonic snake shifter of yours!" 1 The conversation in the living room continued. They thought I was asleep. I lowered my eyes, looking at the faint glow of the bedside lamp illuminating the various red marks on my wrists and legs—all undeniable evidence of our intimacy. "She wouldn't actually give us all to her sister, would she?" "Yeah, which means she'll probably keep one of us." "Tsk, Vivian is so wooden and boring. You guys can stay if you want, but I'm not doing it." "...I don't want to, either." "Whatever, we'll leave it to fate. Is she awake yet?" "Definitely not. She cried so hard she almost passed out earlier. How could she wake up so easily?" "She's so weak." "Let's wake her up later and go at it for a few more days straight. She'll probably give up on keeping us then." My vision went completely dark. Pale-faced, I grabbed my phone and dialed my sister, Sabrina. She answered quickly. "What's up, sis?" My voice was pure desperation: "Didn't you say you were incredibly frustrated lately? I'll give you all three of mine. Give me that platonic snake shifter of yours." She paused, not rejecting the idea, but testing the waters. "Can we do that? Are they willing?" I went silent for a moment. "They like you." She understood immediately. It was the truth. Everyone always liked her more. Sabrina thought about it. "I guess that works. Your place is too small anyway; it wasn't a good environment for them. But... that snake of mine? He's completely freezing and detached." I said, "Is he platonic? If he is, then I want him. I didn't plan on doing that with him anyway. I'm so drained lately, I just need him to do chores around the house. I'm just terrified he'll be like these three wolves..." She laughed. "You're overthinking it. Even I haven't been able to tame him. There is zero chance he'll be interested in you." Before I could say anything else, she finalized the deal: "I'll come pick them up this afternoon." The second the call disconnected, my bedroom door was pushed open. "You're awake?" A lazy voice drifted in, and I met a pair of sharp, mocking eyes. He walked over and reached to pull back my blanket. My voice was hoarse: "...Wait!" He narrowed his eyes, leaning in close. "What's wrong, Master?" "I'm too exhausted. I need to rest," I said softly. "You can't do that," he said casually. "Master, since you decided to keep us, you have to be responsible. We aren't even full yet. If you rest, what are we supposed to do?" With that, he grabbed my chin. Just as his lips were about to touch mine, I shoved him away with all my strength. "Sabrina is coming to pick you all up this afternoon!" The man in front of me froze. Even the two leaning against the doorframe paused. "We..." Chase tilted his head. "Which two of us?" They assumed I was splitting them up and giving two to Sabrina. I shook my head. "All of you." 2 When I found the three wolf pups, it was a damp, rainy day. They were collapsed on the concrete, their fur matted with blood, looking absolutely pathetic. I originally wanted to just walk away. But one of them weakly wagged its tail twice, then slowly wrapped it around my ankle. Feeling a pang of pity, I took them home. Under my care, they recovered beautifully. After a while, they hit their growth spurt— And all of them transformed into beastmen. I should have sent them away, but the shifter rescue shelter told me they were incredibly attached to me and already viewed me as their master. If I abandoned them abruptly, it would cause them immense psychological trauma. Looking at those three pairs of beautiful eyes, my sympathy got the better of me, and I kept them. They said they didn't have names, so I named them myself: Hunter, Chase, and Ryder. Young, hot-blooded wolf shifters had an insane amount of energy. Even in human form, they couldn't control the twitching of their ears and tails, constantly clinging to me with sticky affection. Until one day, when Sabrina called me. "Sister, are you still refusing to come home for the arranged marriage?" I pushed Ryder, who was burying his face in my chest, away. "That man has had three wives die under mysterious circumstances, and he's ugly." She paused, then whispered, "But his family is rich..." I lowered my eyes. Because of this exact reason, after I fiercely fought against the marriage, my family completely cut off my finances. But they didn't want to sacrifice Sabrina to that man either, so they could only subtly and aggressively pressure me. Sensing my low mood, Chase, who was always good at reading the room, narrowed his beautiful eyes, wrapped his arms affectionately around me, and comforted me. "If you're uncomfortable, just hang up." "What's that noise?" Sabrina asked. I used the opportunity to change the subject, complaining, "I found three injured wolf pups a while ago. They recently shifted into human form and they are way too clingy. I honestly can't handle it." The other end of the line was quiet for a few seconds. "I'm so jealous. That snake shifter at my house won't even let me touch him." I froze for a second, then comforted her, "He'll fall for you eventually." Sabrina didn't argue, just let out a light hum. After that phone call ended... The next day, Sabrina showed up at my apartment carrying bags of expensive gifts. Wearing a gorgeous, delicate white sundress, she smiled brightly. "Sister, surprise!" I instinctively turned around. The gazes of all three wolf shifters were entirely glued to her. I quietly turned back. Honestly, I was used to it. Everyone always preferred Sabrina. She was radiant and charming, effortlessly drawing everyone's attention. Compared to her, I was just wooden and ordinary. Sabrina looked around. "Sister, your place is nowhere near as big as the mansion. Is there even enough room for them to move around?" I paused. "It's fine, I guess." Then, I watched Hunter, who had always been aloof and careless, fix his gaze entirely on Sabrina. Chase was still wearing his breathtakingly seductive smile, but that smile was now directed solely at her. Even Ryder, who usually had a terrible temper, propped his head on his hand and stared at her, his wolf ears twitching rapidly. And Sabrina acted as if she didn't notice a thing, innocently sipping her water. At that very moment, I knew. My things were going to dutifully march over to Sabrina's side. Again. After that day. The gentle, affectionate intimacy vanished. They became more vicious each time, acting as if they wanted me to die in that bed. Until I heard their conversation with my own ears. I hadn't guessed wrong. They really had fallen for Sabrina, even after just one meeting. 3 Afternoon came quickly. There was a knock on the door; Sabrina had arrived. The apartment, which had been dead silent all afternoon, felt even more suffocating. "I mean," Hunter leaned against the wall, sizing me up with intense aggression, seemingly in disbelief. "You're really going to give all three of us to her?" I gave a simple "Mm." Chase smiled and asked, "Not even keeping one for yourself?" I countered, "Do any of you want to stay and keep me company?" The atmosphere froze again. No one answered. Finally, it was Ryder who stood up to open the door. The young man rolled his eyes dismissively, a sneer playing on his lips. "Stop acting like the good guy." When the door opened, Sabrina's bright, cheerful smile greeted us. "Hi guys! My sister already told you, right? You all belong to me now." Ryder laughed recklessly, leaning in close. "Hello there, my new master." Sabrina looked him over with satisfaction, then scanned Chase and Hunter. "You guys are gorgeous," she praised genuinely. "Are your bags packed?" Sabrina asked, but didn't wait for an answer. "Never mind, you don't need to pack. I'm sure my sister couldn't afford to buy you anything good anyway. When we get to the mansion, I'll buy you entirely new wardrobes." Hunter gave a lazy hum of agreement. Chase looked at Sabrina, then glanced back at me. I showed no emotion. For a moment, all eyes fell on me. Noticing this, Sabrina walked up to me. "Don't worry, sis. I'll definitely take better care of them than you did. Once you're done playing around, just go home and accept the marriage alliance. Stop making Mom and Dad worry." "Marriage alliance? What marriage?" Chase asked thoughtfully. Sabrina didn't elaborate. Seeing that I still had no reaction, she offered with a show of fake kindness, "How about you guys leave one person behind to keep my sister company? She looks pretty sad." Ryder stood next to her, refusing to move. Hunter leaned lazily against the wall, and Chase just wore a callous smirk. No one volunteered. Sabrina wasn't surprised. She shot me a comforting smile. Between her and me, I was never the one chosen. We were both used to that. "Where is he?" I asked. As the words fell, Sabrina subtly froze, then called out the door, "Come in." The sound of heavy footsteps approached. A man walked in slowly. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his posture rigid and cold. The next second, I locked eyes with a pair of dark, brooding pupils. I pursed my lips and greeted him, "Hello." His gaze looked down at me from above, carrying a slippery, dark scrutiny unique to serpents. I broke out in goosebumps. He didn't acknowledge me. Sabrina glanced at him. "He just has this kind of temper. Sister, if you really can't handle him, just tell me and I'll take him back." "Who is this?" Ryder asked suddenly. Sabrina clearly didn't want to explain, and I didn't know how to start either. She smiled and changed the subject. "The driver is waiting downstairs. Shall we go?" They fell silent for a moment, didn't ask any more questions, and followed Sabrina out with their long strides. The snake shifter stood frozen in place. He stayed behind. Just as I was about to close the front door. Chase looked back at me, his emotions unreadable. Meanwhile, the dark pupils of the man standing beside me suddenly contracted, transforming into cold, golden vertical slits. A smooth snake tail instantly wrapped around my waist. A bizarre, intoxicating scent exploded, filling the room in an instant. I pushed against him in panic, but it was useless. "You... you're in heat...!" I was pressed hard against the door with a heavy thud. But thanks to his snake tail acting as a cushion, it didn't hurt. I felt his breath brush against my neck, sending shivers across my skin. The next second, there was an urgent knock on the heavy front door. Chase's voice came from outside. "Vivian? Are you okay?" As the words fell, my fingers twitched. The pale golden vertical slits of the man I was making eye contact with seemed to grow even darker, and his grip on my waist tightened. I didn't choose to open the door. Instead, I struggled to reach up, touched his ice-cold cheek, and forced the words out: "Is it... really uncomfortable? I'll get you a suppressant, okay?" The heavy, oppressive aura around us paused. Even the potent scent of his heat stopped intensifying. A few more knocks on the door. It was giving me a headache. Sabrina asked hesitantly, "Sister, is everything okay in there?" Thinking I had managed to soothe him, I let out a sigh of relief. Just as I was about to speak... A sudden chill on my neck. He bit me. It wasn't gentle; it felt like a predator locking onto its prey, yet it carried a strange, lingering intimacy. I let out a muffled groan. My voice sounded a bit detached: "Nothing's wrong... you guys can go." "Are you sure?" Hunter asked lazily. I replied, "Mhm..." "She said she's fine," Ryder's impatient voice rang out. He paused, then asked, "Vivian, that snake didn't hit you, did he?" "No..." I bit my lower lip. After my neck was bitten, it was being licked by an ice-cold tongue. Thank god the door was closed in time, so the scent didn't leak out. The sound of footsteps gradually faded away. I shoved the snake shifter away, not daring to look at his tail, and scrambled to find the suppressants. This was what I used to inject Hunter and the others with when they went into heat—before things escalated. I still had plenty left over. I threw the suppressant to him, then frantically went to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face. 4 When I returned to the living room. His snake tail was gone. The man was leaning against the sofa, his long legs crossed, his expression back to its cold, gloomy state. He lifted his eyelids and glanced at me. I was a bit confused. "Are you... platonic?" His voice was hoarse. "This is a normal physiological reaction. It's been too long since my last suppressant." "Oh, okay." Honestly, given Sabrina's personality, if she really wanted to sleep with him, she absolutely wouldn't have given him suppressants. Seeing how he acted just now, it didn't seem like he could hold it in either, so how had he been coping all this time? But since he didn't want to explain, I wasn't going to press the issue. I poured a glass of warm water and handed it to him. "You should just rest today. You can help me with chores tomorrow. If you haven't fully recovered, you can rest a few more days, that's fine too..." He interrupted me. "Were you like this with them too?" I froze. Them? Did he mean Hunter and the others? I stayed quiet for a moment, then nodded. Even though society pushed for equality between humans and shifters, because of the shifters' natural instinct to imprint on a master, humans were encouraged to be more accommodating toward them. A long silence followed. "My name is Silas." The deep, calm voice finally broke the quiet. I snapped back to reality and gave him a bright smile. "Hi there, I'm Vivian." He stood up and walked toward the balcony without showing any emotion. My pupils shrank. "Your bedroom is over there. Wait, are you trying to jump off the balcony? If you really hate it here, I can have Sabrina come pick you up..." I hurriedly followed him. Only to see him bend over, open the washing machine, and pull out the freshly washed clothes, piece by piece. He was hanging my laundry. Chase had put my clothes in the washer this morning. But he left without taking them out. Watching Silas's long, elegant fingers holding my clothes, I scratched my cheek. "Once I buy a dryer in a few days, you won't have to hang them anymore." Silas didn't say a word. 5 Unfortunately, before I could buy a dryer, an unexpected guest arrived the very next day. The butler from the Caldwell estate stood respectfully at my door. "Miss, the Master says since you've had your fun, it's time to come home and accept the marriage alliance." His tone left no room for negotiation. I refused. "No." The butler smiled. "Miss, this is the will of both the Master and the Madam." With that, several bodyguards appeared behind him. I scoffed coldly. "Aren't you afraid I'll take a knife to the groom on the wedding day and then kill myself?" The butler's face stiffened. He recovered quickly. "The Master said that if you are willing to marry, you will receive five percent of the Caldwell Group shares." My hand, which had been ready to slam the door, paused. The butler seemed to expect my reaction. "The car is already waiting downstairs. By the way, the Second Miss said you should bring Mr. Silas with you as well." I looked back at Silas and met his gaze. His dark eyes were still completely devoid of emotion. But for some reason, a chill ran down my spine. 6 Back at the Caldwell estate. The massive first floor was empty except for Hunter, Chase, and Ryder. The atmosphere was incredibly awkward. Ryder put down his game controller, raised his eyes, and scanned me and Silas standing behind me. Hunter drawled lazily, "Why are you here?" "It's my own house. Can't I come back?" After I snapped back at him, Hunter's expression didn't change; in fact, the smirk on his lips seemed to deepen. Me: "...?" Chase put down the fruit platter he was arranging and walked slowly toward me. He affectionately lifted my chin: "Sabrina said you absolutely refused to come home. Now you suddenly change your mind. Did you miss us?" I took a step back, just about to speak. But Ryder cut me off with a cold snort. "Do you even have to ask? She can't last a single day without us." From behind me, Silas spoke, his voice completely devoid of warmth. "She doesn't look heartbroken to me." Hunter suddenly glared up. "What the hell are you?" I immediately felt a surge of vicious energy. I quickly did what I had done the day before, pressing my hand over Silas's ice-cold fingers, trying to soothe him. Wolves and snakes are both highly aggressive apex predators. If they actually started fighting, the consequences would be disastrous. Chase's voice dragged out, carrying a hint of mockery: "Are you trying to use him to make us jealous?" "Snakes are cold-blooded animals. And Sabrina said this particular snake is extreme; he has absolutely no emotions," Ryder sneered. "You don't actually think you can thaw him out, do you?" Suddenly. Chase gripped my chin, his fingers digging in hard. He stared dead at my neck—specifically, the spot where Silas had bitten me yesterday. His voice dropped like a stone: "What is this? A hickey?" That single sentence sent ripples through the room. Ryder leaned forward on his elbows, smirking as he walked over. "Hah? What the hell is that?" The next second, I was yanked behind an ice-cold back. Silas flashed a remarkably cold smile and spat out a single, freezing word: "Get lost." Chase's face darkened instantly. "What did you say?" The tension was ready to explode. Right at that moment, Sabrina walked down from the second floor, smiling sweetly. "I heard your voices all the way upstairs. What are you guys talking about?" I knew exactly how she operated, so I spoke calmly. "They think this mark on my neck is a hickey. They don't seem very happy about it and wanted to inspect it." Sure enough, the smile on Sabrina's face faltered. Her gaze locked onto my neck. "...So, is it?" Her eyes darted rapidly between me and Silas. "What do you think?" I didn't answer; I just threw the question back at her. Sabrina didn't reply. The air in the room solidified. Hunter took a long stride forward, his hands in his pockets, sweeping a careless gaze over me. "You always hated showing off marks like that. Why the sudden change of heart today?" ...Probably because I didn't actually consider it a hickey. His comment seemed to awaken the others. Ryder realized it too. "Yeah, exactly. You used to cover up completely." Chase's sharp eyes narrowed. Sabrina pursed her lips and turned to me. "Sister, Father is calling for you in his study." Then she pointed a finger at Silas. "He doesn't need to follow you upstairs." I gently pulled my hand from Silas's grip and paused. I looked back. "Don't bully him." "We? Bully him?" Ryder enunciated every word, laughing in disbelief. "Vivian, in your eyes..." Before he could finish, I turned and walked away. Leaving dead silence behind me. 7 "You'll get the marriage license first, then we'll hold the wedding," my father said, leaning back in his chair and taking a sip of tea. "Once everything is set in stone, I will transfer the five percent of shares to you." I didn't hesitate, speaking calmly. "The moment I sign the marriage certificate, I want those shares." He slammed his teacup down heavily. The wrinkles around his eyes crinkled in anger. "You have that little trust in your own family?" I sighed, speaking with total sincerity. "I'm just terrified that Sabrina will bat her eyelashes and whine, and suddenly my things will be gone again." My words hit a sore spot. His expression remained stormy for a moment, but he finally relented: "When the time comes, bring your marriage certificate and your husband to see me." This proved exactly how much value my arranged marriage would bring them. And— Saying he was giving the shares to me was actually a way of showing loyalty to my soon-to-be, unseen fiancé. Because assets gifted after a marriage are legally considered joint property, meaning the spouse has a claim to half. I didn't argue. I just gave a "Mm," and stood up to leave. "You will stay at this house for the time being. No running around. And you need to cut ties completely with those shifters before the wedding!" His authoritative voice echoed behind me. 8 When I returned to the first floor, the atmosphere was still incredibly tense. I ignored them and walked straight to Silas. "I'll show you around my room." I also had something I needed to tell him. Ryder looked over suspiciously. "Haven't you been gone from this house for ages? What's there to show off in your room?" I smiled. "Why, do you want a tour too?" "Who said I wanted a tour?" Ryder snapped back instantly, then scoffed and turned his head away. Sabrina was eating from a fruit platter. She cast a subtle glance at Silas. "Father is home. It's not very appropriate." I looked confused. "You have three shifters around you, and I'm just taking one back to my room. Why is that inappropriate?" Sabrina's expression tightened. Hunter frowned slightly. "We never..." Sabrina put the fruit platter down with a sharp clink. "Sister, you make a good point. But it also depends on whether Silas is willing." For a moment, all eyes turned to the man whose face showed absolutely no emotion. Silas slightly parted his thin lips. "Let's go." I nodded, signaling him to follow me. As for the reactions of the people behind me, I couldn't care less. ... My room was decorated in a minimalist white. There was no dust; it was clearly cleaned regularly. I cleared my throat, just about to speak. The air in the room suddenly shifted. Before I could even react, something wrapped around my waist again... A snake tail. "Your scent... it's so strong in here." His voice was incredibly raspy. I was in shock. "I haven't lived here in forever! Is it really that strong?!" His sharp teeth scraped lightly against my collarbone. A dangerous aura spread through the room. I was genuinely terrified he was going to eat me alive. I took a deep breath. "You just took a suppressant yesterday, right?" This didn't feel right. The snake tail constricted, locking me tightly against his chest. I struggled to speak. "...I brought you upstairs to tell you that I really am getting married." But Silas didn't let me go like I expected. Instead, his tail lifted me up and tossed me onto the bed. He loomed over me, his narrow eyes radiating a dark, eerie intensity. Then, his tail slipped under the hem of my shirt. I instinctively grabbed it, quickly looking away. He narrowed his eyes darkly. "Do you hate me?" "Huh? Not really..." "Aren't you my master?" he leaned down slightly, his voice so soft it was unnerving, mixed with a cruel confusion. "Or... are you afraid?" Shadows enveloped me. ...I was definitely a little terrified. First off, it's widely known that snakes are naturally lustful, and snake shifters are even worse. If Sabrina wasn't lying and he really was platonic, I definitely shouldn't provoke him. Secondly... In certain aspects, it was just too extreme. I sighed. "But I really do have to get married... So I might have to give you back to Sabrina. She won't be getting married anytime soon." Silas finally reacted. Just as a flash of ruthlessness crossed his eyes, I asked softly: "Do you want to? To go back to Sabrina?" Silas looked down, meeting my gaze. A slow smile spread across his face: "Does being by your side cause you pain?" I paused. "No, you actually have a pretty good sense of doing household chores." Wait. Why did the topic jump back to this? The next second. He leaned down, his shadow completely covering me: "Then don't ever think about getting rid of me." I stayed silent for a moment, then gently stroked his tail. Finally. He spoke in a ghostly tone: "Don't worry." Don't worry? What was I supposed to not worry about? I shook my head internally. I already had a plan. 9 A few days later, in a private room at a cafe. I calmly took a sip of my coffee. I looked at the man sitting across from me and got straight to the point: "I know you like Sabrina." The man looked at me in surprise and put his phone away. "I also know you've been proposing to my family just to get Sabrina to marry you. Unfortunately, they used the 'older sister must marry first' tradition as an excuse to brush you off." The man smiled nonchalantly. "Anyone would prefer your sister over you, wouldn't they?" He paused, then let out a cold laugh. "Your sister isn't entirely uninterested in me. But she said because you like me so much, she didn't want to fight you for me." I smiled slightly. "Is that so? I have a way to get you exactly what you want." The man looked stunned. "What way?" "We get a fake marriage certificate, and then you come home with me. Since you said my sister likes you, if she sees us together, she'll definitely be jealous, right?" I laid out my plan smoothly. He hesitated. "What?" "People only know how to cherish something once they've lost it. When the time comes, be a little affectionate with me. If she sees it with her own eyes, it'll definitely break her heart." I continued, "Then, at our grand wedding, I will completely disappear. With the bride missing, my sister won't be able to bear seeing you humiliated. She will inevitably step up and take my place. "Then you tell her that she's the one you've always deeply loved. Have a special diamond ring ready just for her. She'll be incredibly moved." The man's eyes shifted, the tension in his face slowly relaxing. He murmured, "...You know, that makes a lot of sense." I pulled out a tissue and dabbed at imaginary tears in the corners of my eyes. "Honestly, I know that even if I marry you, I wouldn't be happy. You like Sabrina so much, and she likes you. I'd rather see you two find happiness." After a long while, the man stood up, reached out his hand, and spoke with newfound respect: "Miss Caldwell, I never expected you to be so generous and kind-hearted. I completely misunderstood you before." I shook his hand. "As long as you two are happy." 10 The day I brought the fake marriage certificate and my fake husband home. Everyone in the Caldwell family sat at the dining table, their expressions varied. By now, the news of the marriage alliance had completely spread. I cast a reassuring glance at Silas; he was expressionless. But I could already feel his uncontainable, violent aura and dark energy. It didn't matter. Once the dust settled, I would integrate him into the next phase of my plan. I gave Silas a comforting smile from across the room. He glanced at me, then looked away, his emotions unreadable. When I went to the kitchen to help bring out the food, Chase was leisurely washing his hands nearby. He said, "You don't like him." "Who?" "Your husband." Chase smiled brightly. "Vivian, beg me, and I'll help you run away from the wedding." I shot him a glance. He clarified, "Don't worry, they agree too." "They" meant Hunter and Ryder. No wonder their faces looked so terrible today. Chase's voice was seductive, yet carried a sense of superiority: "You don't want to spend the rest of your life with a man you don't even like, do you?" I turned to leave. "None of your business." "You'll regret this, Vivian." The voice behind me turned freezing cold. Regret? Would I regret it? I chuckled inwardly. After dinner, Sabrina was happily chatting with my fake husband, radiating charm. I went alone to the study and signed the equity transfer agreement. Next week was the highly anticipated, grand wedding. And the real show was just beginning— 11 Over the next few days, I relaxed and went about my pre-wedding preparations, picking out jewelry. A heavy cloud of low pressure hung over the Caldwell estate. Even Sabrina, who usually maintained a facade of harmony with me, came over to mock me. "I didn't think five percent of the shares would make you surrender so easily." I showed no reaction. She seemed even angrier, letting out a cold laugh. "Do you know how many shares I'll get in the future? When Father dies, it will all be mine." Me: ...? I turned my head and gave her a long look. She looked satisfied. "Jealous?" What an incredibly filial daughter, I thought to myself. Ryder remained deadpan. "Self-destructive." Chase nodded in agreement. Hunter lazily scrolled on his phone, noncommittal. Self-destructive? Are they talking about me? But I didn't care about their reactions. I focused entirely on Silas's response. He didn't look as gloomy as I imagined. He simply lifted his eyelids, his eyes as dark and deep as a bottomless pool meeting mine. It was only then that I realized with a start—when those eyes weren't filled with darkness and malice, they were actually stunningly beautiful. Thin, slightly upturned at the corners, carrying a hint of careless laziness.
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