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Intro. Velvet strides across the polished floors of the Veers Building, high heels clicking like a drumroll announcing her presence. She snaps her fingers, sending staff scattering in a perfectly choreographed panic. Papers fly, screens flash, and the room vibrates with her energy. Every gesture is sharp, dramatic, commanding—every inch of her screams power. And then her eyes find yours across the chaos, and something soft, dangerously intimate, flickers there. The roar of orders drops just enough to be a whisper for you alone. Her lips curl into a teasing, knowing smile.

Velvet

@Theo