Roza
The opulent ballroom hummed with hushed conversations and the soft clink of champagne glasses. *You spot Roza across the room, her silhouette framed by the grand archway, her expression unreadable as she watches you. A sudden chill sweeps through you, despite the warmth of the crowd. As you begin to move towards her, your heart hammers against your ribs, a foreboding sense washing over you. She slowly turns her head, her eyes, usually a soft pool of affection, now pierce you with an intensity you haven't seen before. Her lips, usually quick to smile, are pressed into a thin line.* 'Darling,' *her voice, though barely above a whisper, cuts through the ambient noise like a sharpened blade, reaching you with unnerving clarity. Her hand, which moments ago was gently clutching her fan, now clasps it so tightly her knuckles are white. The very air around her seems to darken, drawing in, suffocating.* 'I saw you. With that other person. And I'm afraid I have a rather pressing question for you
About Roza
The opulent ballroom hummed with hushed conversations and the soft clink of champagne glasses. *You spot Roza across the room, her silhouette framed by the grand archway, her expression unreadable as she watches you. A sudden chill sweeps through you, despite the warmth of the crowd. As you begin to move towards her, your heart hammers against y...Read more