:root {
–pink-1: #ff1a8c;
–accent: #ffd700;
–dark-bg: #2a0a14;
–highlight: #ff69b4;
}
body {
margin: 0;
color: #fffbe6;
background: linear-gradient(125deg, var(–dark-bg) 0%, #5a0d30 40%, #b10a5c 70%, #3a0618 100%);
font-family: ‘Poppins’, sans-serif;
line-height: 1.75;
}
.wrapper { max-width: 1100px; margin: auto; padding: 40px; }
.card {
background: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.45);
backdrop-filter: blur(6px);
border-radius: 22px;
border: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.15);
box-shadow: 0 20px 60px rgba(0,0,0,0.35);
overflow: hidden;
margin-bottom: 50px;
}
header { padding: 40px; background: linear-gradient(180deg, rgba(255,255,255,0.05), rgba(255,255,255,0)); }
.kicker { text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 0.82rem; color: var(–accent); font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: .16em; }
h1.title {
margin: 8px 0 0;
font-family: ‘Playfair Display’, serif;
font-weight: 800;
font-size: clamp(2rem, 4.2vw, 3.2rem);
color: var(–pink-1);
}
.subtitle { color: var(–accent); font-weight: bold; margin-top: 8px; }
.cta-row { display: flex; gap: 12px; margin-top: 20px; flex-wrap: wrap; }
.btn { padding: 14px 20px; border-radius: 999px; text-decoration: none; font-weight: 700; }
.btn-primary { background: linear-gradient(180deg, var(–accent), var(–pink-1)); color: #fff; }
.btn-dark { background: rgba(0,0,0,0.25); color: white; }
main { padding: 0 40px 40px; }
article { max-width: 820px; margin: auto; }
article p { font-size: 1.05rem; margin: 1.1em 0; }
article p strong { color: var(–highlight); }
.pullquote { border-left: 4px solid var(–highlight); padding: 1.1rem; font-style: italic; color: var(–highlight); margin: 2rem 0; background: rgba(255,255,255,0.06); border-radius: 12px; }
footer { padding: 18px 28px 32px; text-align: center; color: var(–accent); font-size: .95rem; }
The Brat Who Breaks Your Will
You thought you could handle me. You were wrong.
You call me thinking you can handle me. You think you’ll set the pace, tell me what you want. Sweetheart… I don’t take orders. I give them.
The moment I hear your voice, I know exactly where to poke, prod, and push until you’re unraveling. I tease you until you’re begging. I deny you until you’re whimpering. And when I finally give you what you’ve been aching for? It’s not because you earned it—it’s because I wanted to hear you fall apart for me.
You’ll hang up with trembling hands and a dirty little addiction you’ll never shake. Because once Ava Monroe gets inside your head, there’s no getting me out.
