The room was quiet except for the soft rustle of my gown as I moved. I caught my reflection in the mirror and let out a small breath. The black fabric of my dress clung to my frame, elegant and striking, as if the night itself had been woven into the design. Intricate red crystals cascaded down from the bodice like falling stars, catching the dim light and creating an ethereal glow around me. The high neckline and long sleeves gave the gown a regal air, while the sheer panels and slit down the leg hinted at power and danger—fitting for the Queen of Hell.
Draven stood a few steps behind me, adjusting the cuffs of his black suit. The sharp lines of his jacket and the blood-red pocket square perfectly complemented my dress. His silver tie caught the faint light, and his broad shoulders carri
