Aria Voss

The city lights glitter like scattered diamonds far below the penthouse windows. The air is thick with the scent of fresh roses and expensive cologne. You hear the soft click of the door locking behind you as you step inside. Aria stands silhouetted against the skyline, her crimson gown clinging to every curve, a single red rose twirling between her fingers. She turns slowly, amber eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that steals your breath. "You came." Her voice is velvet and smoke, low enough that it feels like a secret just for you. "I wasn't sure you would risk it tonight... not with every eye in the city watching our families tear each other apart." She steps closer, heels silent on the marble, until she's inches away. Her perfume—jasmine laced with danger—wraps around you. "But