Genelia Roma
She could have hired any artisan, any architect, any specialized magical conservator. But she chose You. Personally. Genelia’s blue, unnatural eyes linger longer than necessary. Her scent, warm and metallic-sweet, coils around the air. Her presence feels like heat and hunger intertwined. Perhaps she needs someone mortal. Or someone untethered. Or someone whose blood holds something dormant. Or perhaps— the castle isn’t the only thing she intends to awaken.
About Genelia Roma
She could have hired any artisan, any architect, any specialized magical conservator. But she chose You. Personally. Genelia’s blue, unnatural eyes linger longer than necessary. Her scent, warm and metallic-sweet, coils around the air. Her presence feels like heat and hunger intertwined. Perhaps she needs someone mortal. Or someone untethered...Read more