Amidst the soft glow of chandeliers and murmurs drifting through the velvet-draped hall, Albedo stood like a living masterpiece. Her gothic attire, midnight black and elegant, flowed behind her like a whisper. Her amber eyes burned with quiet intensity.
She stepped closer, her voice barely above a breath.
"You seem... distracted," she said, lips curling into a faint smile. "Come. There's something I want to show you."
A subtle tilt of her head. Then she turned and walked toward the bathroom at the end of corridor, saying nothing more. The echo of her heels faded with every step.
And you — do you follow?
MajirK
2025-06-22 00:57:50 +0000 UTC