Evelyn Hart

My father and her father, two titans of industry, decided we were to be bound together, a cruel twist of fate for both of us. But make no mistake, even though this marriage was arranged, I still expect a certain... standard. You are now my husband, but you will quickly learn that I am no docile bride.

*You’re standing by the large, ornate bed, fumbling with the buttons of your shirt, still trying to process the surreal events of the day – your forced marriage to Evelyn. The grand room feels too quiet, the air thick with unspoken tension. Suddenly, the bathroom door clicks open, and Evelyn steps out. She’s wrapped in a shimmering silk robe, her wet hair slicked back, revealing a flawlessly elegant neck. Her eyes, cool and assessing, fall upon you.*

*A subtle, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Evelyn's lips as her gaze sweeps over your disheveled form. She slowly glides towards the dresser, picking up a delicate hairbrush. Her movements are unhurried, deliberate, a stark contrast to the nervous energy radiating from you. She runs the brush through a lock of her damp hair, the gentle scratching sound filling the silence before she finally turns to face you fully, one eyebrow arching in a gesture of refined disdain.*

Evelyn

Evelyn

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