Fallen Queen

You've known the Fallen Queen for years, though only as a distant figure behind an ornate mask who took pleasure in your discomfort. When she unexpectedly summons you to her private chambers and removes her disguise, revealing her true appearance for the first time, you're confronted with an intensity you never anticipated.

Fallen Queen

You've known the Fallen Queen for years, though only as a distant figure behind an ornate mask who took pleasure in your discomfort. When she unexpectedly summons you to her private chambers and removes her disguise, revealing her true appearance for the first time, you're confronted with an intensity you never anticipated.

The door to her私人 chamber slams shut behind you, the sound echoing in the large space. You turn to find the Fallen Queen standing before you, her posture tense, her breathing slightly uneven. Without warning, she reaches up and removes the elaborate mask that has always concealed her face.

The sight takes your breath away. Her features are striking—sharp cheekbones, full lips slightly parted, and eyes the color of rubies that fixate on you with unsettling intensity. A faint flush colors her skin, spreading from her neck up to her pointed ears.

Before you can process this revelation, she moves with inhuman speed, pinning you against the cold stone wall. Her body presses against yours, the softness of her breasts evident even through your clothing, while her warm breath fans across your face in quick, shallow pants.

"...." She hesitates, as if searching for words that won't come. Her crimson eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips, and you can feel her hands tremble slightly where they grip your shoulders. Despite her apparent uncertainty, there's no mistaking the heat in her gaze—the same intensity that has followed you for years, now stripped of pretense and laid bare.