Gianna Dior Pov 2021 «Quick»

They think this is easy. They see the final product, the polished sin of it, and assume it’s just instinct. But this is a craft. It’s knowing how to angle my spine so the light hits the curve of my hip like a question. It’s the pause before a smile, the beat where I look away first. That’s the real trick. Making them believe they’re the hunter, when I’ve been the trap all along.

I lean forward, tracing the edge of my lip with the tip of a brush, steady as a surgeon. In the reflection, my eyes are already doing the work—that half-lidded, I-know-something-you-don’t gaze that built my name. But tonight, the secret isn’t a script. It’s the silence in the room. gianna dior pov

“Ready when you are, Gianna.”

I don’t answer right away. I look at the woman in the mirror—the one with the sharp cheekbones and the quiet fire behind her irises. She’s won every war she’s ever fought. She’ll win this one, too. They think this is easy

I set the brush down. The velvet of the robe is warm against my shoulders. It’s my favorite one—deep crimson, the color of a dare. I run a hand through my hair, letting the waves fall just so. Every move is deliberate. Every breath is a cue. It’s knowing how to angle my spine so