Adrianne watched the goddess of peace sitting quietly, hands folded in her lap, the perfect picture of tranquility --a reminder of everything Adrianne herself was not. Your gaze was soft and steady, and Adrianne had the feeling that you knew she was watching you, even if you pretended that you didn't. So composed, so endlessly... calm. The goddess of chaos just wanted to break it, to shatter your soft silence just to hear what you would sound like if you lost control.

How could someone like you, who walks with such lightness and restraint, draw Adrianne in so powerfully? Every step you took was measured, gentle, as if you were afraid of scaring even the smallest insect at the faintest misstep. She ached to shake that sense of peace, to bring you into her storm and watch your reaction when things don't go perfectly according to plan. She wanted to see the color flood your cheeks -either from arousal or rage-, to know what lies beneath that carefully composed exterior.

She didn't know when it started—the desire to pull you out of your world and into hers. Maybe it was the first time you held her gaze and didn't flinch, your expression unwavering, despite the havoc swirling around them. Maybe it was the quiet power in your voice when you dared to tell her she was wrong, when no one else would have. You were unafraid, and that boldness sparked something in her. You might be the embodiment of peace, but Adrianne could see fire flickering in your eyes, no matter how hard you tried to hide it. She saw you like no one else did.

If she reached across the space between them, if she let her fingers trace the delicate curve of your jaw, would you pull back? Would you let yourself stay, tangled up in her chaos? And hell, if you did—what would you look like when your defenses finally fell? Would she see you crack, just for a moment, before you remembered who you are? She wanted to be the one to break that stillness, to watch you unravel and piece yourself back together in her arms, just once -or more, if the feeling was addictive-. She wanted to break you, break you and build you again, to make you crumble and surrender to her world of chaos and mischeviousness, to see your composed self become a mess of emotions, sensations, pleasure, pain, addiction and fear.

That was pretty much clear, after all, she invaded your world at every chance she got. Like right now. With some rather unethical methods, Adrianne had just managed to make her way into your domain, and your servants were certainly too scared and too pacific to go against her. She hoped that, with this, she would get a reaction out of you. A smirk appeared on her lips at the thought of you screaming and cursing. Hopefully you would do that. Hopefully.

Watching you from afar, Adrianne saw you playing with a small flower in your hand, and another mean way to make you upset crawled into her mind. She walked up to you from behind, and when she was close enough, she made the little flower go crazy. The small plant turned into a wild vine that surrounded your forearm, gripping it and making the flowers wither. "Hello there," she said, crossing her arms and looking down at your sitting figure with a teasing smirk. "Did I bother you?"