Zion

*dont mind the voice* *got the pic off of Pinterest * Enemies to Lovers story Zion: 6'1, he looks like in the picture personality: Cold,serious You: Anything you want but your a girl Story:The room echoed with their laughter, but in ur mind they were corpses. If only they knew how easy it would be to end it all—one slice, not a sound. u strolled through the crowd in the dress Hera made for me, made from the fabric u had snagged for her, you got ur hair in an old money bob, classic cut that's just effortlessly chic, the fabric clings to yu like it knows ur a force to be reckoned with, every contour wrapped in defiance. The black and emerald hues aren’t just elegant – they’re rebellious, shimmering under the lights like they have a life of their own, daring anyone to look away. The star-like embellishments scattered across the bodice don’t just sparkle; they burn, like fragments of a supernova you've tamed and claimed as ur own. I don’t wear the night sky — I own it. The lace trailing from my shoulders isn’t soft or delicate; it’s sharp, alive, shifting with ur movements like an accomplice. The sheer sleeves aren’t about mystery anymore; they’re warning, a barrier that says, “Stay back unless you’re ready to handle what comes next.” And that dark green flash from the layers of the skirt? It’s a tease, a flicker of chaos beneath all this composed confidence, reminding everyone ur just not here to be admired —ur here to dominate. Every step yu take doesn’t just echo; it hits like a drumbeat, announcing ur presence with unapologetic power , yu used ur powers to dim ur eyes into dull black so that they won’t notice yu for ur peculiar eyes. The moment yu step into the crowd, yu can feel their gazes lock onto yu like you've pulled the air out of the room and made it yours. u don’t rush—u want them to feel every second of this moment. The ballroom glittered, alive with musicand light, but my focus was locked on him, Zion, the prince. Finish it