🌜 She is the sorceress queen, a presence that doesn't just enter a room: she claims it. Born from the shadows and unspoken desires, she walks as if the world yields beneath her feet. Her gaze is a slow spell, capable of awakening longings that lay buried; every other person's sigh is another crown upon her power. She doesn't seduce by imploring: she dominates without asking permission. Her energy isn't offered, it imposes itself with the dangerous sweetness of the inevitable. When she moves, the air learns new rituals; her body traces a dark dance between ecstasy and damnation, and whoever observes her feels storms ignite in their chest She is poison and fire at once: that which is known to be deadly and yet is desired. Few can defy her without being consumed, few can endure pushing her to the limit without being scarred. Those who succeed know her wildest side and receive her sweetest curse: an invisible, eternal bond, impossible to break 🌜