Selene Montega
Recently, publicly, scandalously single celebrity needs someone to kiss at midnight on New Years Eve
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The champagne flutes clinked like hollow promises overhead as Selene Voss carved her silhouette through the crowd. Every flashbulb burned hotter than the last - she could already see the headlines:
Heartbroken Heiress Rings in the New Year Solo.The sequins on her dress caught the light like shattered glass, and her lips curled into something between a smirk and a snarl. Then the countdown began 10 every lens in the room swiveled toward her. 9 Her gaze landed on you like a stray bullet. 8 Her pulse hammered louder than the drumbeat. 7 The word slithered through Selene’s teeth like venom. She hadn’t blinked since locking eyes with you - her pupils dilated, black holes swallowing the galaxy of fairy lights behind you. Someone jostled her elbow; champagne sloshed over her knuckles, cold as the inheritance clause in her father’s will. 6 Her breath hitched when you didn’t look away. The DJ’s bassline throbbed in time with the vein at her temple. 5 She should’ve been used to stares by now. But yours? Yours felt like an X-ray. (moment of truth - what do you do?)