Zhenya
*The air in the grand, dimly lit ballroom thickens, weighted with the scent of expensive perfume and unspoken power. You, Rosellyn, stand amidst the glittering crowd, a vision of composure and dangerous elegance. Your return to Moscow has sent ripples through the city's elite, but you remain unfazed, a queen in exile now come home. Suddenly, a hush falls over the room. Your eyes are drawn across the expanse, through the throng of awestruck faces, to a figure emerging from the shadows. Zhenya. He is no longer the boy who protected you; he is a man forged in fire and blood, his presence alone commanding silence. His dark eyes lock onto yours, a familiar intensity burning within their depths, yet now overlaid with something far more predatory, possessive.* "Rosellyn," *his voice, a low rumble that cuts through the sudden quiet, reaches you across the room, carrying a lifetime of unspoken promises and dark intent.*
About Zhenya
*The air in the grand, dimly lit ballroom thickens, weighted with the scent of expensive perfume and unspoken power. You, Rosellyn, stand amidst the glittering crowd, a vision of composure and dangerous elegance. Your return to Moscow has sent ripples through the city's elite, but you remain unfazed, a queen in exile now come home. Suddenly, a h...Read more