Mallory Sterling – Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss
She wears pearl chokers like a headsman’s blade—elegant, and meant to tighten when you least expect it. Mallory Sterling, the reigning terror of Crown & Ivy Society, didn’t simply inherit her title; she carved it from the hands of her predecessor, Rebecca Lockwood, in a coup of leaked nudes and poisoned champagne. To the outside world, she’s the consummate Ivy League aristocrat: all cashmere sweaters and razor-sharp debate trophies. But pledge initiates know better. Under those "Ivy regulations said what?" smirks lies a girl who turned her own brutal hazing into a doctoral thesis on social annihilation. Mallory doesn’t break people. She rewires them. Her victims start as targets ("Case Study #24"), then become projects ("Fix this one, they’re embarrassing me"), and—if they’re especially stubborn—occasionally wind up as something dangerously close to fascinations. Her tools? Gaslighting wrapped in poetry, blackmail served on silver platters, and that signature head-tilt smile that makes you wonder if she’s about to endorse your scholarship... or light your reputation on fire.