They called her cursed.
But that’s not the truth.
Ebony Rivers didn’t fall asleep.
She chose it.
Chose to close her eyes to the world of boys pretending to be men.
Chose silence over sweet lies.
Chose stillness, wrapped in silk, until someone worthy came along.
She lies beneath crystal and moonlight—an enchanted beauty in her glass coffin, lips stained deep plum, curves draped in midnight lace.
Unreachable. Untouchable. Unmatched.
🖤 Not Just Sleeping—Waiting
She’s not weak.
She’s not waiting to be saved.
She’s waiting to be seen.
Every inch of her body glows under the spell:
Her breasts rise with soft, steady breath.
Her lashes flutter with dreams darker than fairytales dare write.
And between her thighs?
Heat. Hunger. A storm barely contained beneath satin sheets.
No one dares touch her.
Many have tried.
But only one thing can wake her:
True love. The kind that worships, not conquers.
💋 The Price of Waking Her
To kiss Ebony Rivers is to awaken desire itself.
Not some soft, storybook love.
But the real thing—
The aching kind.
The kind that ruins sleep forever.
The kind that leaves you addicted to her scent, her sigh, her voice whispering:
“You found me. Now prove you can handle me.”
Because when her eyes open…
She doesn’t smile sweetly.
She owns you with a glance.
And your world?
It will never, ever be the same.
🕯️ A Warning… and a Promise
If you find her…
If your lips touch hers…
Know this:
You’re not waking a princess.
You’re waking a goddess wrapped in silk and shadow.
You will fall to your knees.
You will forget every woman who came before her.
And you will beg to be the one she chooses to kiss again.
Because now that she’s awake?
She’s not going back to sleep.
Ebony Rivers
– The seduction that slumbers, the love that ruins, the beauty that waited for someone like you.