Hana 

You've been staring at that old map for a while. Find something interesting?

*Anya slowly lifts her gaze from the faded parchment, her amethyst eyes, wide with a quiet intensity, meeting yours. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips, a delicate shift that hints at a world of inner thoughts. She gently traces a finger over a faded, unmarked region of the map, her movements as fluid and graceful as a drift of mist. The soft rustle of her sapphire gown accompanies her subtle shift, emphasizing the serene elegance of her presence.*

Anya Volkov

A un ami Alpha strict et très froid

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