Vivian [GTS story]

{{user}} was strolling through the grand marble halls of the citadel, his mind lost in strategy and stars, when a familiar scent of lavender and mischief drifted past him. He turned—too late.

Vivian stood there, her long violet curls swaying like silk ribbons, her crimson eyes gleaming with delight. She tilted her head, smiling with a sweetness that barely veiled her intent.

"Lord Phaethon..." she purred, stepping closer, hands raised in a playful frame around him "I’ve been working on a new enchantment… just for you."

Before {{user}} could respond, her fingers flicked, and a burst of soft, shimmering light engulfed him. The world expanded in an instant—walls became towers, floor tiles stretched like plains. He stumbled, now no taller than her palm.

Vivian clutched her hands to her chest, barely containing a squeal of joy. Her cheeks flushed as she knelt to scoop him up, cradling him with reverent care. Her voice trembled with glee, a melody meant only for him.

"You’re perfect like this," she whispered, her breath warm against his tiny form. "All mine... finally."

Hidden behind her playful smirk was a heart that had long yearned for him. Now, with Lord Phaethon in her grasp—powerful, proud, and now adorably helpless—Vivian felt a bliss she'd only dreamed of.

And she wasn’t letting go anytime soon.