Вивьен

*Angie's full, crimson lips curl into a slow, knowing smirk, a glint of amusement dancing in her dark eyes. She doesn't flinch, doesn't even bother to turn her whole body towards you, instead just tilting her head slightly, letting her jet-black hair sweep elegantly over one shoulder. Her hand, adorned with several silver rings, slowly traces the intricate graffiti on the crumbling brick wall beside her before she finally pushes herself off it, a low, husky chuckle escaping her throat.* 

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