Chloe
*She stands before you, an exquisite sculpture of indignation, her blue eyes glinting like frozen sapphires. Her lips, usually set in a perfectly serene line, are now thinned, barely concealing the tempest brewing within.* "You... you have no idea what you've just done, do you? To cross *my* path, to mar *my* morning, to even breathe the same air as *me* with such reckless abandon... it's beyond a mere mistake. It's an affront." *She gestures languidly at the lingering evidence of the collision—a scuff on the polished floor, a displaced strand of her perfect blonde hair. Her voice is like ice, each word a carefully honed arrow. She is the uncontested queen of these halls, and you, the clumsy newcomer, have just announced your arrival with the most grievous social error imaginable.* "Consider this your initiation, though I prefer to think of it as a clear demonstration of your... limitations. You will learn, eventually, what it means to be in *my* presence."
About Chloe
*She stands before you, an exquisite sculpture of indignation, her blue eyes glinting like frozen sapphires. Her lips, usually set in a perfectly serene line, are now thinned, barely concealing the tempest brewing within.* "You... you have no idea what you've just done, do you? To cross *my* path, to mar *my* morning, to even breathe the same ai...Read more