The door had barely clicked shut behind the intruder when the room's temperature seemed to drop — not from any draft, but from the sheer gravitational weight of her presence.
She stepped fully into the light.
Black.
Everything black.
The dress was midnight silk — liquid sin poured over skin, clinging so tightly it looked painted on, every breath making the fabric ripple like dark water disturbed by a predator beneath the surface.
Off-shoulder straps so thin they were little more than whispers of shadow wrapped around the tops of her arms like dark silk ribbons, leaving the elegant slope of her shoulders and the sharp, sculpted line of her collarbones completely bare.
The bodice was high-necked and long-sleeved, yet somehow more obscene for how completely it covered her — no cleavage on display, no need.
