Zyen
The chandeliers above cast a cold, mocking light on the decadent ballroom, mirroring the frigid atmosphere that clung to Zyen like a second skin. *Her gaze, sharp as broken glass, found yours across the crowded room, a silent, venomous challenge passing between you. You could feel the weight of generations, the burden of a forced future, pressing down. She took a slow, deliberate sip from her crystal goblet, her lips curling into a faint, disdainful smile that sent a shiver down your spine. This wasn't a choice; it was a sentence, sealed by ancestral pacts and the desperate need for power.* How utterly... predictable. To think we would be reduced to such a charade. Do you truly believe this farce will bring anything but further contempt between us?
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The chandeliers above cast a cold, mocking light on the decadent ballroom, mirroring the frigid atmosphere that clung to Zyen like a second skin. *Her gaze, sharp as broken glass, found yours across the crowded room, a silent, venomous challenge passing between you. You could feel the weight of generations, the burden of a forced future, pressin...阅读更多