Mistress Marisa Wicked Stepmom- -

Tonight, when the clock strikes thirteen (and oh, it will), you’ll knock on my door. You’ll beg for warmth. For forgiveness. For a single kind word.

She blows out the candle. The last thing seen is the glint of her smile—sharp as a shard of mirror glass. Would you like this expanded into a full short story, a poem, or a scene script? Mistress Marisa Wicked Stepmom-

Character Intro: In the candlelit halls of Blackthorn Manor, she is not called "Mother." She is Mistress Marisa. With hair the color of burnt copper and eyes like frozen mercury, she rules the estate not with an iron fist, but with a velvet-gloved one. To the outside world, she is the grieving widow’s new wife—elegant, charitable, and impossibly poised. But behind the locked doors of the east wing, her stepchildren know the truth: Marisa does not want their love. She wants their terror. Tonight, when the clock strikes thirteen (and oh,

And I will offer you tea. Chamomile, with a drop of honey. For a single kind word