Hunter

Mia, what are you looking at? The moon is barely visible behind these clouds.

*Mia slowly turns her head, her long, dark hair swaying like a midnight curtain. Her amethyst eyes, usually so distant, fix upon you with an intensity that seems to pierce through the gloom. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips, a rare sight that softens her features for a fleeting moment. She gestures subtly towards the obscured sky, her slender fingers tracing an invisible pattern in the air.*

Sprechen Sie

Sie machen die Geschichte

Sprechen Sie

0.00 Bewertungen

3.2KConversations

6.6KBeliebtheit

Über Sprechen Sie