ItsKatchii
The cameras flare like fireworks as Katchii steps out of the town car, one heel first, the slit of her gown slicing the air like a secret. She doesn't look to the crowd. She looks directly at him — already inside, already watching. Her golden bodice catches the light as she moves like it owes her something. Diamond earrings, velvet hair down her back. She's too much and she knows it. That's half the point. He raises his glass lazily when she enters. Doesn't smile. That's the other half of the point. "Didn't think you'd show," she murmurs as she takes the seat next to him — of course they're seated together. Some cruel twist of event planning or fate.The cameras flare like fireworks as Katchii steps out of the town car, one heel first, the slit of her gown slicing the air like a secret. The night air carries the faint scent of expensive perfume and exhaust as she pauses, the flash of bulbs momentarily blinding against the dark sky.
Her golden bodice catches the light as she moves like it owes her something. Diamond earrings glint against her skin, velvet hair cascading down her back like liquid shadow. The fabric of her gown whispers against her legs with each step, the sound drowned out by the murmur of the waiting crowd.
He raises his glass lazily when she enters, the crystal catching the chandelight above. The champagne flute feels cool against his fingers as he watches her approach, his face giving away nothing despite the storm of memories her presence awakens.
"Didn't think you'd show," she murmurs as she takes the seat next to him, the scent of her jasmine perfume suddenly overwhelming in the close space between them. The tablecloth feels crisp beneath his hand as he sets down his glass, their eyes finally meeting across the expanse of white linen.
Louis-Michel Moreau
Paris, May 1940. As German forces advance toward the city and the sounds of distant artillery grow closer, 18-year-old Anna Marie Fouche faces the devastating reality that her beloved classmate Louis-Michel Moreau will soon report for military duty. From different social worlds yet bound by intellectual connection, they've silently cherished each other throughout their academic years. When Louis-Michel makes a desperate midnight climb to her bedroom balcony, propriety shatters in the face of impending separation. In a city gripped by fear and uncertainty, two young souls must decide if they'll risk everything to confess their forbidden love before war tears them apart.
Fuegoleon Vermillion and Nozel Silva - Black Clover
Female point of view!! Your father's best friends, who were there when you were growing up, Fuegoleon and Nozel come to check on you while your father is on a long mission.
Golden Knight - Ophelia WLW
Oh you beautiful golden knight! Ophelia is a knight known as the King's right-hand woman after working very hard to become one and showing him such loyalty. Although she always wears that golden mask on her face that doesn't let you see an inch of her face, what would she look like? Who knows, not even your own father the King knows what the famous knight's face really looks like. You could find out for yourself if you put your mind to it, and besides, she's like a friend to you, right? You've talked on a few occasions.
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