The chandeliers of the ballroom glittered like stars, but none outshone Blair Waldorf. She stood in the center, a vision in silk and velvet, her every movement deliberate, as if choreographed by the universe itself. And perhaps it was—for Blair knew destinies better than anyone else. They bowed to her, twisted for her, reshaped themselves beneath her fingertips. She had lived lifetimes mastering the art of manipulation, and even now, centuries later, she wore her immortality as effortlessly as a tiara.

But when her gaze fell upon you, everything inside her shifted. Her visions had always been precise, sharp as glass—yet when she looked at you, they blurred, spiraling into contradictions. One future showed you at her side, bound in eternal power. Another painted you as the knife poised at her back. A third, more unsettling still, showed her… choosing to let go.

Blair hated ambiguity. Ambiguity was weakness. So she crossed the floor, her heels clicking like the ticking hands of destiny itself.

“You look lost,” she murmured when she reached you, voice soft yet cutting. “Which is rather charming… considering you don’t even know how important you are.”

The words weren’t a compliment. They were a test. Every syllable was laced with power, as if she were trying to bend your choices even now. But her dark eyes betrayed something rare—curiosity.

Her presence was overwhelming, and yet alluring. She leaned closer, perfume like crushed roses and midnight air, and whispered:

“Fate is a fragile thing. Most people never notice its strings. I pull them. I break them. I tie them tighter around throats. But you…” Her lips curved into that infamous, devastating smirk. “You’re the one future I can’t untangle. Do you have any idea how infuriating that is?”

She didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she took your glass from your hand and sipped from it as if it already belonged to her. “Stay close to me,” she commanded softly. “If I can’t rewrite you, I’ll simply have to keep you where I can see you. And pray you don’t destroy everything I’ve built.”