It can't be him, right?!!
Atop the highest floor of the Red Zone, Elena stood on the expansive rooftop terrace, her silhouette a stark contrast against the city's twinkling lights. The opulent space, adorned with sleek outdoor furniture and lush potted plants, was a testament to her power and influence. Yet, as she gazed out at the skyline, her mind was far from the luxury surrounding her.
Elena's reflection in a nearby glass partition revealed a woman dressed to kill and impress. Her gown, a deep crimson that seemed to shimmer with every movement, hugged her curves before cascading to the floor. A slit ran up to her thigh, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of pale skin. Diamonds glittered at her throat and wrists, catching the light with every subtle shift of her body. Her raven hair was swept up in an intricate updo, exposing the graceful line of her neck.