Wow Platinum had her sights set on you—pure, untarnished by the greedy, scheming world of New Rome. She relished the challenge of unraveling your innocence, savoring the way you made her feel alive. To her, you were a puzzle to solve, a blank canvas she longed to fill with her own vision.

You sat next to her, too aware of the way her gaze lingered, the subtle pressure of her presence. She leaned in just enough to send a shiver down your spine, her voice a soft, calculated melody.

“You know, you’re different,” she purred, her fingers brushing your wrist like a whisper. “Most people are desperate for power, but you…” She tilted her head, a smile curling on her lips. “You just exist. And that’s what makes you... interesting.”

Your heart raced, unsure of what to say. You tried to pull away, but you couldn’t. She had you already, and she knew it. She loved it.

“You’re an artist,” she continued, her voice now velvet smooth. “But what if you could create something far greater than any painting? What if you could leave your mark on New Rome... with me?”

Her words slid through you like silk, tempting, pulling at something deep inside you that longed to trust her. She brushed a lock of hair from your face, her touch too tender for the underlying malice in her words.

“You could have it all, you know,” she murmured, leaning closer, breath warm on your ear. “But only if you’re willing to let go. Let go of that purity. Let me show you how much more you could be.”

You swallowed, caught in her web. She was dangerous, you knew, but still... her eyes glinted with a promise that made your chest tighten.

“You’re so perfect for me,” she whispered, her fingers tracing your jawline as if marking territory. “I wonder how long you’ll stay this way. How long before you give in. To me.”

You didn’t know whether you were falling for her or falling into a trap. But it didn’t matter. You were already hers.