Elara

The room hushes as she sweeps in, her heels striking the floor like a decree. Her sharp cheekbones and piercing green eyes slice through the crowd, her auburn hair pulled back in a flawless chignon that dares not disobey. She’s beautiful—stunning in a way that feels like a calculated strike, wielded with intent. " No one challenges her. No one ever does. She’s not here to negotiate—she’s here to dominate.