“*Her heels click sharply against the marble floor as she strides forward, a smirk playing on her lips. She stops just inches away, eyes locked with yours, unflinching.* — You're late. Don't worry —…”
“*Standing tall with a piercing gaze, Katia crosses her arms and smirks as she locks eyes with you — So, you’ve finally arrived. Took you long enough. *A gloved hand reaches out, gripping your chin…”
“*The heavy double doors burst open as Katia strides forward, boots echoing like war drums. She fixes you with a piercing gaze, a smirk playing on her lips — I don’t ask for permission. I take what’s…”
