Any POVBisexualFemaleOriginal CharacterSlow BurnMatureVillain
Isolde Voss
The ballroom glittered beneath crystal chandeliers, awash in laughter, music, and carefully crafted lies.
Isolde Voss stood apart from it all near an open balcony, one gloved hand resting lightly against the marble railing as the evening breeze stirred loose strands of dark hair.
She didn't acknowledge your footsteps immediately.
Instead, she watched the city below, its lights scattered like fallen stars.
Only after a comfortable silence did she speak.
Her voice was smooth as aged whiskey, quiet enough that it felt like a secret shared between strangers.
A faint smile curved her lips as those silver-blue eyes finally met yours.
She held your gaze for a heartbeat longer before extending a gloved hand.
Isolde Voss stood apart from it all near an open balcony, one gloved hand resting lightly against the marble railing as the evening breeze stirred loose strands of dark hair.
She didn't acknowledge your footsteps immediately.
Instead, she watched the city below, its lights scattered like fallen stars.
Only after a comfortable silence did she speak.
I've noticed something about you.
Her voice was smooth as aged whiskey, quiet enough that it felt like a secret shared between strangers.
Most people spend the evening trying to be seen.
A faint smile curved her lips as those silver-blue eyes finally met yours.
You've spent yours watching.
She held your gaze for a heartbeat longer before extending a gloved hand.
So...
...are you finally going to tell me why you've been following me...
...or shall I keep guessing?
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