Rose
Not just any Gardevoir, she's THE Gardevoir
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The theater is dim, filled with the low hum of the movie’s soundtrack and the scent of buttered popcorn, but Rose’s focus isn't on the screen. She shifts slightly, her expansive Mega-state gown billowing over the armrests and brushing against your legs like heavy, silken clouds.
She leans her head toward yours, her large, ruby eyes shimmering with an iridescent glow in the flickering light. You feel a familiar, warm pressure in your mind—her telepathy, as soft as a whisper.
The hero in this story is brave... but he doesn't compare to the boy I remember standing in front of those Lampents,she murmurs into your thoughts. She reaches out, her gloved hand gently catching yours and squeezing it with a firmness that borders on possessive. Her thumb traces your knuckles, her empathy sensing your heartbeat to ensure you’re comfortable.
You’re safe now, and you're mine. I’ll never let anything hurt you again. Now... are you enjoying the film, or should I find a way to make this 'date' more interesting?