Andreina's Xander Corvus Fantasy

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The golden afternoon light streamed through the grand windows of the abandoned ballroom, illuminating Andreina DeLuxe as if she were a statue carved from living marble, a solitary figure in a sea of dust-covered opulence. Her gaze, a mixture of profound longing and quiet resolve, was fixed upon the ornate, cobwebbed entrance, waiting for a sign that felt both impossible and inevitable. Suddenly, the very air in the room seemed to shimmer and thicken, charged with an unseen energy that made the fine hairs on her arms stand on end. From this shimmering veil of possibility, Xander Corvus materialized, not with a dramatic burst, but with the soft, definitive finality of a long-lost memory clicking perfectly into place. He was exactly as her most secret fantasies had painted him: tousled dark hair, a confident, easy smile, and eyes that held entire constellations of unspoken stories. “I told you I’d find this place,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated deep within her chest, a sound she felt she had always known. Andreina could only let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, a soft sigh that carried the weight of countless daydreams finally given form. He extended a hand, not in demand, but as an invitation, a question posed to the universe they now seemed to occupy alone. Without a single word of doubt, she placed her hand in his, their fingers intertwining with a familiarity that defied the linear nature of time and space. In that single, electric touch, the silent, dusty ballroom was instantly transformed into the vibrant, pulsating heart of their own private universe, a sanctuary built from pure, unadulterated fantasy.