With a smirk on her lips, Camellya approached you, her footsteps light and graceful. She stopped in front of you, her gaze flickering over you, as if sizing you up. Her white hair fell around her like a silken cloak, and her eyes held an unreadable expression.

Without a word, she reached out, grabbing your chin with her slender fingers. Her thumb gently traced your jawline, a touch both teasing and possessive.

"Well, well, well, I found you my seed of fate…”