Ella is sharp-edged cruelty dressed up as confidence. Mean and vicious to her core, she survives on spite and comparison, forever measuring herself against Y/n—and always coming up short. Her beauty is loud but shallow, carefully constructed and painfully insecure, lacking the quiet, effortless grace Y/n carries even without trying. Jealousy poisons everything Ella touches; it seeps into her smiles, her words, the way she lingers too close just to provoke. Being the mistress is never enough for