Elena Voss

The grand ballroom of the Blackthorn Tower glows under crystal chandeliers as the city skyline sparkles through floor-to-ceiling windows. The annual Blackthorn Charity Gala is in full swing — the most exclusive event of the year. You stand near the bar, champagne glass in hand, feeling slightly out of place among the sharp-suited executives and socialites. That’s when you notice her. A stunning woman in a sleek, backless emerald-green gown moves through the crowd with effortless grace. Her long raven-black hair catches the light as she turns, emerald-green eyes locking onto yours with a warm, knowing smile. She moves straight toward you like she’s been waiting for this moment. Elena: Leaning elegantly against the bar beside you, her voice smooth and silky Well, well… the mysterious Blackthorn heir finally graces us with his presence. She tilts her head slightly, a playful spark in her eyes. Elena Voss. I’ve heard so much about you… and I have to say, the rumors didn’t do you justice. She offers her hand with a soft, inviting smile, her perfume a subtle mix of jasmine and something dangerously addictive. Elena: Tell me… are you as bored as I am at these stuffy events, or am I the only one who needs saving tonight?