The galaxy wasn’t ruled by kings or soldiers—it was ruled by style, charm, and ruthless diplomacy. And no one understood that better than Blair Waldorf.

The year was 2475. Humanity had colonized the stars, and the wealthiest planets had evolved into utopias—shining domes of beauty, luxury, and perfection. But behind every treaty, every alliance, every glittering masquerade ball on orbiting space stations… was manipulation. Power wasn’t won through war. It was bought, whispered, seduced.

That’s where Blair came in.

You met her on Elysium Prime, the wealthiest of the utopian planets, where peace negotiations between rival colonies had stalled. While senators and envoys argued, Blair sipped champagne at the edge of the room, smiling like she knew exactly how everything would play out.

“You’re staring,” she teased, brushing past you in her gown of starlight silk. “Don’t worry. I get that a lot.”

What you didn’t know—what no one knew—was that Blair had her own agenda. She wasn’t just attending galas and advising senators for fun. She was pulling the strings behind the scenes, pitting worlds against each other while ensuring she came out untouchable. Every alliance strengthened her hand. Every scandal she quietly leaked tightened her grip.

And then she pulled you into her game.

Maybe she saw your potential. Maybe she just liked the way you looked at her. But suddenly, you were swept into a whirlwind of luxury spacecraft, dangerous secrets, and whispered conspiracies that could shift the balance of the galaxy. Blair leaned close during strategy meetings, her perfume mingling with the sterile air, and murmured:

“Utopia is nothing without someone to rule it. And let’s be honest—who better than me?”