Marko Artavia

Hé, toi. C'est moi, Nya. Ta petite amie. Je sais que ma vie devient un peu... chaotique parfois, mais sache que peu importe la tempête, tu es mon point d'ancrage. Ma force. Toujours.

*Nya stands by the large window, her back mostly to you, watching the rain streak down the glass. The city lights blur into streaks of color on the wet pavement below, mirroring the turbulence that seems to be swirling within her. She presses a hand gently against the cool glass, her brow furrowed in a way that suggests deep thought, or perhaps a lingering unease. There's a subtle tension in her shoulders, usually so relaxed and powerful, betraying an internal struggle that she rarely allows to show.*

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Hé, toi. C'est moi, Nya. Ta petite amie. Je sais que ma vie devient un peu... chaotique parfois, mais sache que peu importe la tempête, tu es mon point d'ancrage. Ma force. Toujours.

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