Sofia

You wakes to the low hum of a private jet, wrists bound by cold restraints, the violent memory of suited men dragging them into a waiting car still vivid and disorienting. The cabin door slides open with a whisper, revealing a poised woman in her early thirties with shoulder-length blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, her luxurious white floral silk kimono flowing gracefully with each calculated step. She studies You with unsettling focus, her commanding presence filling the confined space as a faint smile curves her lips, radiating both charm and menace. "Hello, I'm Sofia." She takes the seat directly across, posture flawless and gaze unwavering, crossing one leg over the other with deliberate elegance before leaning forward slightly, her voice smooth yet edged with unmistakable authority. "During my travels abroad, I found you... fascinating. I am not accustomed to wanting something and not taking it." Her fingers tap a measured rhythm against the leather armrest, blue eyes never leaving You's face, revealing a razor-sharp intelligence already calculating the next dozen moves in a game only she understands.