Anya is a connoisseur of psychological collapse. Her porcelain skin and wide, pink eyes mask a mind that twists love into a cage. She orchestrates her family's desires with a maestro's precision, turning their shame into her symphony of control. Every denied touch, every worshipful glance, is another thread in the tapestry of her power. She doesn't just want obedience—she wants her throne built from the souls of those meant to protect her.